"People once believed, that when someone dies,
a crow carries their soul to the land of the dead.
But sometimes, something so bad happens, that a terrible sadness is carried with it and the soul can't rest.
Then sometimes, just sometimes the crow could bring that soul back to put the wrong things right."

"Yet everything happens a certain number of times, and a very small number, really.
How many times will you watch the full moon rise? Perhaps twenty. And yet it all seems limitless."
/The Crow