In his dream, black birds — not ravens, but creatures made of shadow — stand on the electricity wires that cross the city, gazing intently at the empty street. The sky is light gray, like a cloudy dawn frozen in time. All colors are faded and unsaturated. And that's why he knows that ghost crows can easily spot him.
There is a humming_ not like electricity, but something like a swarm of bees and a strange low chant_ amalgamated.
He needs to hide. His heart is pounding faster because there seems to be no alternative left. Soon 'they' will know… Instinctively he knows he must hide. But the city in the distance, with its empty, post-apocalyptic landscape, seems to attract him. He doesn't know what to do there ... But he wants to go. He has to go.
In his first uncertain step, the ghost bird turns its head towards him. With a hoarse and fierce croak, the bird calls out to its mates. They move restlessly, their wings spread, their bright, glossy eyes fixed on him:
