People once believed, that when someone dies, a crow carries their soul
to the land of the dead. But sometimes, something so bad happens, that a terrible sadness is carried with
it and the soul can't rest. Then sometimes, just sometimes the crow could bring that soul back
to put the wrong things right.
I believe there is a place where the restless souls wander. Burdened by
the weight of their own sadness, they cannot enter heaven.... And so they
wait, trapped between our world and the next, endlessly searching for a
way to rid themselves of their pain- in the hope that somehow, someday
they will be reunited with the ones they love. If two people really love each
other, nothing can keep them apart. Nothing.
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