Greeting cards, one for each skull. For birthdays and other alleged occasions. The front is the skull, nothing else. Open it and the raven is waiting.
The same in every card: the faint raven on the left, a little bit evil with the black heart on the right.

Pick your skull. The shirt version lives in The Skulls Collection.

The light, after. All beak and memory, nothing left to deny with.

The darkness, front and center. The horns outlasted the alibi.

Jaws open, still mid-argument with the moon.

The crown, after the kingdom.

Charges first, explains never. Tusks up forever.

Saw everything, said nothing. The sockets remember.

The plains, remembered in bone.

The argument, settled permanently.

Quick, quiet, and gone before the story starts.

Ran until it could not. The elegance stayed.

The warning and the punishment, same bones.

Heard everything in the dark. Kept it.

Older than the empire. Never hurried, never fooled.

Settled every argument headfirst.

The judge. Heard both sides, believed neither.