The Crow's Kiss

We are creatures who lurk in a world far away but yet too close. Beings made of darkness and death. We protect humans against their own killing nature. We don't exist but at the same time we are everything. We are the past and the future. We are the Corvus.

When separated my different worlds, different lives and futures, how does a human and creature made of death love each other?
Does love overcome destiny? Does love overcome death itself? Will Bran and Salina overcome their own tragic fates?