The Raven.

A Raven flies pass the moon. Wearing it's black coat, it glads across the fields of dreams. Searching for the thing it craves. Hunting for the answer to its stomach's prayers. The Raven's eyes sweeping across the land hoping for just a small glance. A hint as to where it may be hiding.

Winter comes quickly. The Raven knows the end has finally approached. Death has rung, and it is her time to answer.

But as the sun awakens the new day, her heart quickens. She flees from Death. Hiding in the darkest parts. She must find it. Her wings are stretched and tired, but never stops. With hope in far sight, she fights on.

She slips through the clutches of Death. And soon Death seems to forget about her. He passes her without looking back. Letting her embrace the shadows.

Always moving, never sleeping. She continues to fly in the dark. Once looking for the meaning. But with each night, she is sunk deeper within the Shadowland, forgetting herself. Forgetting the purpose for the fight.

She is leaving one world and unknowingly entering another. She is lost. Soon becoming one with the dark. Becoming one with the Shadows, until the Raven is a shadow. Lost forever in the dark.