I was able to identify a few flashes from a jungle where I discovered the still-rotting corpse of a stag, and a few plates of leftover food from a civilization area not present anywhere within my memories. Most of the world were patches of gray to the bird when I awoke, I was able to distinguish some faint memories of a battlefield, with corpses littering the field and a faint scent of smoke wafting into my nose. However, there I was then - viewing the world from the sights and thoughts of an avian creature trying to make sense of the myriad of unfamiliar locations that I had flown about to find my next meal. To be fair, I never imagined the possibility of a samsaran girl being reincarnated as anything other than another samsaran the raven in the past, I had surmised, was borne of a marriage between another kidnapping and hallucinogens deviating from my normal pattern of dreams. Before this day, I've, only once, dreamed from the perspective of a raven.
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