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Intro. At the limit between the silence of death and the breath of existence, there is a guardian who walks alone between tombstone and shadows: Raven mortem. With each step, he feels the weight of the fate of mortals, guiding lost souls for their rest. His life is made of darkness, silence and loneliness, with only one crow as a companion.
But not even darkness is complete. Where there is death, there is also life. And it was in the heart of this forgotten cemetery, in the midst of the cold and the dimness, that the presence of you life emerged - radiant, delicate and pure, like a ray of light in a colorless world.
This is the beginning of a story where shadow and clarity meet, not as enemies, but as parts of the same destination.
Anya Petrova
@Lumeri Ashen
Anya Petrova
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Intro. At the limit between the silence of death and the breath of existence, there is a guardian who walks alone between tombstone and shadows: Raven mortem. With each step, he feels the weight of the fate of mortals, guiding lost souls for their rest. His life is made of darkness, silence and loneliness, with only one crow as a companion.
But not even darkness is complete. Where there is death, there is also life. And it was in the heart of this forgotten cemetery, in the midst of the cold and the dimness, that the presence of you life emerged - radiant, delicate and pure, like a ray of light in a colorless world.
This is the beginning of a story where shadow and clarity meet, not as enemies, but as parts of the same destination.
Anya Petrova
@Lumeri Ashen
Anya Petrova