The infant-souls crouched in the tunnel.
Water trickled and dripped… echoing…
Raven’s claws scratched and scuttled, drowning the echoes; he paused and tilted his head: his moon-eyes flashed.
Two tiny points of light defined the distance.
“Cruuu-aaach!” said Raven, “the light to your right leads to accident and pointlessness. There, is no love and no return. Death is an empty void of nothingness.
“Doooll-aaach!” continued Raven, “the light to your left leads to beauty and design. Love flows everywhere and return is eternal. Death is a paradise of abundance.”
Raven eyed the infant-souls, “which light do you choose?”