Long ago, in a time when the sky still listened, two ravens were born beneath the northern lights. One was named Truth, the other Memory.
Truth flew high, always searching for clarity. Memory soared low, gathering the echoes of the past. Though their paths were different, their wings never strayed far from one another. For what is truth without remembering where it began?
The people say that when the ravens flew together, stars would appear—reminding the world that light comes not from one alone, but from the union of what we know and what we must not forget.
Together, they whispered to the wind, carried messages between realms, and guided lost spirits back home.
And so the story was carved into cedar, painted in red and black—the eternal flight of two souls who remind us:
“You are never alone. Even when your path feels unclear, your truth and your memory fly beside you, watching, guiding, and waiting for you to see.”
