People once believed that when someone dies, a crow carries their
soul to the land of the dead. But sometimes, something so bad
happens that a terrible sadness is carried with the soul and the
soul can’t rest. And sometimes, just sometimes, the crow can bring
that soul back to put the wrong things right.
If the people we love are stolen from us, the way to have them
live on is to never stop loving them. Buildings burn, people die,
but true love last forever.