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The crow has a past, a collection of events that make up its existence...although how it interacts with those memories is far from human. Now, as the bird's silky black wings carry it from one plain of thought into another, it is surrounded by all the moments that have lead to now. Travelling the immeasurable distance between eternity and mortality, the crow sees its past and present as one unbroken truth. This is a vital part of the journey. Confronting the demons of regret, coming face to face with the decisions of a lifetime without turning away. The crow's ancient eyes begin to gleam in the otherworldly dusk, becoming pearlescent orbs fracturing across the gloom. It is close now, close to the barrier that separates life and death...now and forever. The only sounds are the flapping of wings and the low soft hum of a million souls waiting.

artwork © Ben Templesmith words © tWISTEd sPINe