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Muninn

A raven, dark as night and sharp as a winter wind, gazes into the distance. Behind it, a leafless tree fades into a foggy backdrop, barely visible, like an omen hovering at the edge of a dream. The raven's eye glints with something more than intelligence—something ancient and knowing, a guardian of secrets that even the shadows dare not claim.

Non-Series — Muninn

A raven, dark as night and sharp as a winter wind, gazes into the distance. Behind it, a leafless tree fades into a foggy backdrop, barely visible, like an omen hovering at the edge of a dream. The raven's eye glints with something more than intelligence—something ancient and knowing, a guardian of secrets that even the shadows dare not claim.