A raven flies above you through the grey skies of late autumn. The trees have lost their leaves and the winds their temperature. You are on the path back home. Walking on a lifeless dirt rode. Passing on your right, fields – on the left, the dark forest. You continue walking, feeling slightly chilly.

You come to a halt when you see a woman standing on the road in the distance, seemingly observing something in the sky. A raven lands on her shoulder, and she looks at you.