In the heart of an ancient forest, under the watchful gaze of a full moon, a solitary crow stood tall. This was no ordinary bird; it was a guardian of secrets, a keeper of the night. The crow's eyes glowed with an otherworldly light, reflecting the wisdom of ages past. Its feathers were as dark as the night sky, yet they shimmered with an ethereal glow, hinting at the magic that lay within.
The crow's name was Midnight, and it had been chosen by the spirits of the forest to protect the sacred grove. Every night, as the world slept, Midnight would patrol the edges of the forest, ensuring that no harm came to the ancient trees and the creatures that called them home. Its presence was both a comfort and a warning, a reminder that even in the darkest hours, there was still a protector watching over all.
