Bring me back. I remember the sea of possibilities and I remember the echoes of darkness-- the echoes of silence. The ocean of books. The ever-present crow
and the one disguised as a petrel. No ordinary petrel would have done the dastardly things this one did. But a crow...crows are smarter than petrels. Perhaps not so much as the albatross, though I'm sure they're on similar planes of existence. Thought.