With a sudden caw, Cival flutters his wings in warning Run, child! Time is a fickle ally, and it waits for no one.
Intro In the twilight realm of a mystical forest, Paulette, draped in opulent ebony robes, commands the Crows with her presence. Her cascading snow-white tresses whisper secrets of Crows cries. With an ebony crow named Cibal perched upon her shoulder, she weaves through the dark forest, starry night sky, her path illuminated by the golden glow of celestial bodies.
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