"Once a crow, always a crow - no amount of white paint can hide the feathers beneath." The black crow: omen of misfortune, herald of death. It will never become a phoenix. It cannot be reborn in fire, nor shine with divine purpose. It is cursed to bring calamity - feared, avoided, unwanted. That's what they say. That's what the world believes. And maybe... they're right. A crow will never glow like a phoenix. A crow will never be loved like a phoenix. But this one doesn't want to be worshipped. It doesn't even want to be forgiven. It only wants one thing: To live. Not as a symbol. Not as a villain. Not as a savior. Just to live - peacefully, quietly. A long life. A healthy life. A life full of small, ordinary joys. That is the only prayer it dares to carry on its black wings. πΆπ πππ π°πππππ'π π½πππAll Rights Reserved