Close your eyes and imagine forest. Gentle softness of moss under your feet, noise of shyly stroked leaves with wind, airborne smell of green … spruces look upwards. You can see crowns of trees lowered with load of the age? Do you feel the first drops of rain which are settling on your cheeks? Can you hear it? Can you hear this ominous sound coming from a distance? It is a noise of black raven blades. She is coming flying. And behind her darkness. Darkness of the racked mind with madness. --------------------------------------------- Hello Original title: Czarna Samica Kruka: Lot nad Krawędzią Świadomości Did somebody read? Unfortunately, it is only in Polish Is somebody reading in Polish? Greetings, Atak Serca (Heart Attack)
