As I gaze upon the ethereal abyss, the darkness envelops me in its comforting embrace. The shadows dance around me, whispering secrets known only to the void. Raven, the mistress of mysticism, guides my soul through the depths of the unknown, her cloak billowing behind her like a specter of the night. I am ready to surrender to the darkness, to be consumed by its infinite depths. The power of Raven beckons me, drawing me closer to the edge of oblivion. I feel the icy chill of the void, the...