The Last Flight of the Crow

The crow had wings, but the serpent had patience.

Above the earth there was freedom. Beneath it there was silence. Between them came a final struggle, a creature of the sky held by a creature of the ground.

An old story written again without words: the arrogance of flight, the wisdom of waiting, and the fragile line between victory and defeat.

The page remembers what nature has always known: even the strongest wings can be caught.