'You talk too much,' said the silent raven.

The railing creaked faintly under the weight of the two ravens. One of them had an air of quiet authority, its sharp eyes scanning the surroundings as if it were guarding some invisible treasure. The other seemed less composed, its beak wide open in what I imagined was either a complaint or an enthusiastic monologue. Their feathers shimmered faintly in the soft light filtering through the eucalyptus leaves above us. For a moment, they seemed like actors on a stage, their interplay both dramatic and oddly relatable. I leaned against the post, watching them as if they might reveal some secret about this place—one that only they could understand.