[this can't have been here before. it doesn't make sense, how dark it gets back there, where the wall should be. grass has started to grow up through cracks in the wood floor down here, and it gets thicker and thicker the further back she looks.
she can count six of them. Blackbird, Sparrow, Quail, Woodpecker, Linnet, Falcon. that's what they look like, but those were also their names...
Crow, as he is actually named, ignores her. he shuffles his way back, picks up a little scrap of paper in his beak, and pushes it skillfully into a nest he's been building out of shreds and bits that have fallen in from the outside. some of it has visible writing or symbols peeking out between branches, but it's just out of arm's reach, and Crow is already settling in to roost. besides... the nest gives her a terrible, terrible feeling anyway.
there's a soft crackling sound from the other side of the room, as the needle meets the old vinyl, before a song starts to play...]
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she can count six of them. Blackbird, Sparrow, Quail, Woodpecker, Linnet, Falcon. that's what they look like, but those were also their names...
Crow, as he is actually named, ignores her. he shuffles his way back, picks up a little scrap of paper in his beak, and pushes it skillfully into a nest he's been building out of shreds and bits that have fallen in from the outside. some of it has visible writing or symbols peeking out between branches, but it's just out of arm's reach, and Crow is already settling in to roost. besides... the nest gives her a terrible, terrible feeling anyway.
there's a soft crackling sound from the other side of the room, as the needle meets the old vinyl, before a song starts to play...]