00:00The world was a blinding, endless white.
00:03A soft, treacherous blanket of snow stretched to the horizon,
00:07swallowing every shape, every sound.
00:11It was the kind of quiet that feels like a held breath,
00:14a silent threat waiting to be unleashed.
00:16But in the middle of this vast, unnerving emptiness,
00:20there was a tiny speck of life.
00:22A small crow, a drop of midnight ink, spilled onto a stark, clean page.
00:27His feathers, usually a symbol of shadow,
00:30now looked soft, almost vulnerable.
00:33He hopped from one foot to the other,
00:35leaving delicate, temporary marks on the oppressive white.
00:39The snow didn't care.
00:40It watched with cold indifference,
00:42promising to erase his existence with the next gust of wind.
00:46In that moment, the darkness wasn't scary.
00:49It was the light that was terrifying.
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