sunwaiter
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That's when the crow, that now looked like a stalactite, went back to silence and darkness, as it closed its eyes and folded its great wings. in another corner of the chamber lied what looked like a carppet, an old-fashion carpet, like those that can be found in libraries i used to go in some years ago. but it had some kind of brightness, like the bird's yellow eyes, in the little patterns, the hundreds of tiny patterns that made the whole carpet look precious. i approached it, avoiding all clumsy step on it that would provoke one more warning and maybe something scarier.