Raven saw darkness.
It was warm and soft like velvet, but he could see nothing.
'Is this some kind of blank dream?' He thought before he shrugged.
'It will pass... eventually.'
For a while, silence remained before... There was light.
It flickered, not from the outside, but from within, as if his soul was trying to light a candle in a storm.
Somewhere deep inside that flickering light, a scene began to take shape.
A familiar park. A giant tree casting long shadows in the sunny afternoon, and under its shade—
"Hnnngh... stupid people...!"
A small boy was sobbing.
His fists were clenched tight, rubbing at his eyes, which wouldn't stop spilling tears.
His black hair was messy, his face puffed red from frustration and hurt.
Raven—no, a much younger Raven, barely six years old, stood in front of him with arms crossed and an annoyed frown.
"Why are you crying?" Young Raven asked.
