The crow, eternal and unyielding, black and terrible, flies into the endless sky, leaving traces behind it. All the crows hang in the air, their cries echo throughout the world like a boundless void. Crow, dark and powerful, a manifestation of the power of nature, wild and rebellious. They are the embodiment of silent protest and the desire for freedom. In every cry there is despair and hope, in every flight there is a thirst for life.