Long ago, the Raven had no voice. It only carried sharp eyes and deep wisdom.
Every day, the Raven flew through forests, collecting things humans had forgotten—a feather of dreams, a tear from the ancestors, a laugh lost in the wind.
One day, the Raven found a child crying by the stream. The child was lost, unable to find their way home.
Though the Raven couldn’t speak, it spread its wings and carried the child across mountains, forests, and valleys.
When they reached the village, the child raised a hand and softly said, “Thank you.”
From that moment, the image of a hand always followed the Raven—a silent, eternal thank you etched into the sky.
When you see the Raven in art, remember: not every being needs a voice to listen, to guide, and to protect.
