The Watcher of the Hollow Throne

Perched upon the remnants of a life long passed, the black raven watches with eyes like burning coals—unblinking, eternal. Its talons clutch the skull not in malice, but in mastery, as if declaring dominion over death itself. The wind does not touch it. Time does not move it. In those crimson eyes lies the memory of secrets buried and sins whispered to the dark. It is a sentinel of the forgotten, a harbinger cloaked in feathers, croaking truth where none dare listen. Beneath its gaze, the veil between worlds thins, and silence becomes a prophecy.

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