kaede too has heard the ravens.
their voices draw her along emerald-grassed paths, where others have trod.
she pauses to examine, sunlight and shadow barring her body as slow touch extends for the prints left behind in soft dirt.
what drives her is silence. she looks for it in the wind, in the harsh sound of the blackfeathered birds cawing overhead.
their voices draw her along emerald-grassed paths, where others have trod.
she pauses to examine, sunlight and shadow barring her body as slow touch extends for the prints left behind in soft dirt.
what drives her is silence. she looks for it in the wind, in the harsh sound of the blackfeathered birds cawing overhead.
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赤 - by Kaede - March 30, 2025, 03:05 PM