Raven
It Sees What You're Pretending Not To
The raven doesn't arrive after tragedy—it circles before. It knows which battlefield will yield bodies. Which relationship is already dead. Which truth you're avoiding.
For thousands of years, the raven has been the prophet, the psychopomp, the witness. Odin's eyes. The battlefield oracle. The bird that eats what dies and therefore knows death intimately.
You don't wear the raven for gothic aesthetics. You wear it because you're done pretending you don't see what's coming. Because you'd rather know the hard truth early than be blindsided by it later. Because prophecy isn't magic—it's pattern recognition sharpened to a blade.
The raven sees. Will you?
