On a bright, wind-kissed day ☀️🌬️, the villagers gathered in uneasy silence—until a black raven 🦅 named Arax landed atop the coffin ⚰️, eyes glinting like secrets 👁️. His haunting cry 💔 echoed through the air 😢😭. Was it sorrow… or a warning? ⚠️ They say if you ever see a raven at a grave 🪦, pause—Elizabeth may still be watching 👁️🗨️. Magic never dies… it only transforms ✨🌙.
On a sunny day, people gathered at the small village cemetery to say goodbye to Elizabeth—a woman long believed to be a witch. She lived alone at the edge of the forest and was always accompanied by a black raven named Arax. People feared her, but secretly, she helped them—healing the sick, finding the lost, and predicting disasters.
When Elizabeth died, the villagers hesitantly attended her funeral, burdened with guilt for never truly accepting her. But the most astonishing moment came when the coffin was ready to be lowered into the ground. From the sky descended the black raven—Arax. He perched on the coffin, his feathers glinting with a midnight sheen, and stared into the eyes of those gathered, as if passing judgment.
Suddenly, a wind rose, scattering flower petals into the air. At first, people thought it was just a coincidence, but then Arax let out a loud, desperate cry that sounded like human grief. A young woman named Liana was the first to understand—it was a sign. She knelt by the coffin and suddenly remembered that Elizabeth had once saved her mother’s life.
When the others saw Arax’s behavior, they began to weep—not just for Elizabeth, but for their own fear and indifference. The raven stayed until the coffin was lowered and the earth was placed over it. Then, without another sound, he soared into the sky and disappeared into the blue.
From that day on, the villagers would say, “If you see a black raven at the cemetery—remember Elizabeth. She still hears, still sees, and perhaps… has already forgiven.
