Obscure

Obscure — The Orphean Shadow
Victor was born alone: a mother gone with her first breath, a father lost in his own darkness.
The boy who spoke to no one found comfort in the crows behind his house.
He fed them, whispered to them, loved them, until they became his only family.

When grief finally drowned him, his tears turned to ink. The crows drank from it, and his soul dissolved into their wings.
Now, he moves between worlds, half boy, half shadow, his voice a soft hymn for the forgotten.

They call him Obscure.
An orphean echo, bound to the night, carrying the sorrow of every lost soul beneath his wings.