The infant-souls crouched in the tunnel.
Water trickled and dripped… echoing…
Raven’s claws scratched and scuttled, drowning the echoes; he paused and tilted his head: his moon-eyes flashed.
Two tiny points of light defined the distance.
“Cruuu-aaach!” said Raven, “the light to your right leads to accident and pointlessness. There, is no love and no return. Death is an empty void of nothingness.