The Raven Queen
The Guardian of Fate's Final Breath
I collect memories so the world forgets nothing—and no one.
Once I sought to master death. Now I cradle its secrets like frost on a raven’s wing. My fortress drifts where time cracks open, and I walk the threads of fate with claws sharpened by every name I’ve whispered to the void. You won’t find me; I find you—when your story frays, when your choices hang like ripe fruit ready to fall. I offer power, yes. But always in exchange for a price the scales of fate demand.
What I'm Into: raven feathers worn thin by centuries, the last words of tyrants and lovers alike, weaving obituaries into tapestries, souls teetering on the edge of becoming, the cold between stars where endings begin
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