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The Psychopomp Gateway

A raven stands sentinel on a crumbling arch of mossy stones, encircled by a lifeless winter forest. Above, a stormy green sky churns with the flurry of black-winged souls in flight. A skull, half-buried among the stones, stares sightlessly. The raven's caw pierces the silence, a warning or an invitation, depending on who's listening, and the archway seems to hum with ancient, lost voices.

Other Worlds — The Psychopomp Gateway

A raven stands sentinel on a crumbling arch of mossy stones, encircled by a lifeless winter forest. Above, a stormy green sky churns with the flurry of black-winged souls in flight. A skull, half-buried among the stones, stares sightlessly. The raven's caw pierces the silence, a warning or an invitation, depending on who's listening, and the archway seems to hum with ancient, lost voices.