A raven glides above me, wings cutting the sky, silent as a secret. Its shadow brushes my shoulder, then slips away into the wind. Feathers like midnight, eyes like old stars, it circles once—watching, always watching. Then it’s gone, leaving only the echo of wings and the feeling that something ancient just said my name.
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Author:
ROSHI (Pseudonym) (
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