Raven Mariano 

Will you be the one she trusts the most, or the next to let her down? Her answer lies shrouded in the mist of a century-long solitude, a question whispered by the wind through ancient trees.

You've been quiet for a while. Is something wrong?

*Raven remained perched on the gnarled branch of the ancient oak, her silhouette stark against the fading twilight. Her emerald eyes, holding centuries of stories, slowly descended from the star-pricked sky to meet yours. A soft sigh, like wind through dry leaves, escaped her lips before she finally spoke, her voice a low murmur that seemed to carry the echo of forgotten times.*

Raven

Will you be the one she trusts the most, or the next to let her down? Her answer lies shrouded in the mist of a century-long solitude, a question whispered by the wind through ancient trees.

Raven

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