They say the Raven dances on the edge of shadow and light — too wise to be fooled, too playful to be tamed.
He moves where silence speaks loudest, where the world holds its secrets close. His wings do not just carry him — they carry the stories of those who came before.
The elders say he is the keeper of hidden truths, not to reveal them all, but to remind us that mystery is the breath of life.
His feathers glow with the colors of change and hope, a silent song weaving through the wind.
He does not linger long — for transformation is never still.
But wherever he lands, a new path is born, a forgotten promise awakens.
They call him Xíx’áan — The Whisper Between Worlds.
