Black Raven

In the gloomy valley, where the fog never dispersed,

time seemed frozen.

At the very top of the valley, the stone walls, covered in black ivy and abandoned for years,

were like a suit of armor, as if they were hiding their own secrets.

As the woman stepped onto that cursed land,

she was met with a sharp smell of death and cold that permeated the air.

As she entered through the large antique door,

amidst the extinguished ashes of the enormous fireplace inside,

a single living thing caught her eye:A large, jet-black raven.

At the same moment, the antique wall clock began to strike midnight. As the clock's sound echoed through the room, the door at the end of the corridor slowly creaked open.

Looking into the corridor with terrified eyes, she noticed the eyes of the old portraits on the walls turning towards her.

When the ravens outside shattered the glass, the candle flame flickered one last time and went out. As the woman disappeared into the darkness, the mists in the valley swallowed the Gothic walls once more...