Echoes of the Raven
The feather ceremony brought Henrietta back from the window — no longer transfixed, no longer moaning for a vanished town. For the first time in years she could eat supper with her husband, walk the streets, and even laugh at a neighbor’s small joke. But her malady never left entirely. At night, just before sleep, Henrietta’s body would grow restless. She would rise from bed, wander to the window, and sit in silence with Shadow her cat. And in that hush, she would tilt her head, listening for something only she could hear.
“I can still see it,” she would whisper. “The other Somewhereville. Just behind the veil. It wants me to come home.”
Image imagined in MidJourney AI and finished with Topaz Studio
Echoes of the Raven
The feather ceremony brought Henrietta back from the window — no longer transfixed, no longer moaning for a vanished town. For the first time in years she could eat supper with her husband, walk the streets, and even laugh at a neighbor’s small joke. But her malady never left entirely. At night, just before sleep, Henrietta’s body would grow restless. She would rise from bed, wander to the window, and sit in silence with Shadow her cat. And in that hush, she would tilt her head, listening for something only she could hear.
“I can still see it,” she would whisper. “The other Somewhereville. Just behind the veil. It wants me to come home.”
Image imagined in MidJourney AI and finished with Topaz Studio