Flying

They have been here almost for as long as the land itself, tirelessly watching over their flock, curiously, as inhabitants of this other worldly place wander across this plane, some not even realizing that they have suffered a grave fate. Here the sun never truly shines on those that seem lost to us forever, it may only cast enough light to give us glimpse’s into the remnants of lives that have long since passed into the next reality, Here where the living mingle with the voices and memories of the dead, the Crows too, will always be here, silent guardians, standing watch. Ensuring that even the darkest spirits, and those that seem most lost, be allowed to fly free.




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