#001: The Silver Ravens

Found deep in one of the many dark forests of this world. With wings made of pure silver or bronze, these creatures are as beautiful as they are deadly. When the mother finds the perfect petrified tree to build her nest in, she lays her cluster of crystal-like eggs (about 3-5)and abandons the nest, leaving the eggs and eventually the chicks to fend for themselves. Although these fierce creatures don't have many predators, by the time the chicks are able to fly, only one will survive. The strongest among them fought to push the weaker out of the nest.

Coming across one of these abandoned trees along with the burnished silver skulls of the long-forgotten brethren, left me feeling forlorn over the loss. Staring down at the skull-littered roots of this tree I noticed small bulbs pocking up from the damp soil and bones. Tiny red mushrooms growing. In such a baron monochromatic land, the red radiated proudly from the crow's remains. Like a flame in the deepest depths of the ocean. It felt so unnatural, yet the extreme contrast complemented one another perfectly.