Of the Crows.
The Right Eye of the Crow.
Nights, I cannot sleep. These December winter nights, I aimlessly roam the vast, snowy forest of my city. Barefooted. Shoes and socks have always been irritable. I like to climb these trees high to where I see not darkness, but all white. So I open my bad eye to witness it. But when I look up... I am stuck in a gaze with a black bird. When that bird flies away, my left eye blurs and my right eye see things that aren't in my surroundings. I've always kept this eye shut because it looks different from the other, but every time I decide to open it, I am caught within a gaze of a crow and cannot move for short moments. Then, I see my view in a higher perspective, though I am only on the ground. So there you have the mystery on my right eye.