The Raven Flies to Dawn

Somewhere far below the woods, this place existed unknown to all that walked above.

Raven flew steadily on, time and again letting out a call as if in hopes to hear something answer. The torn ribbon that’d been an easy path to follow now barely more than a bit of string twisted about his talons. Light gathered around that strange violet as if momentarily confused on where it ought to have been going, growing a little stronger with each ruffled beat of his wings through the shadows. Fireflies looking for a place to play, and they seemed to have found it with the feather and Raven, dancing along with the last of the ribbon.

Painting comes in a custom wood frame.