The crows remember, passing stories on through generations in oral histories and great epics, the stories of crows and men and gods. They remember firelight on the stones, secrets whispered in the dead of a Bronze Age night.
And they try to tell us these stories but, of course, we cannot understand the language of crows.
This is for Three Line Tales. Thanks to Sonya for running the challenge and Julien Laurent for providing the prompt photo!