The Swan glided gracefully across the water, her feathers shimmering like pearls. The Crow, perched on a nearby branch, cawed cheerfully. "What a beautiful day to share with a friend," she called out, her voice as gentle as the ripples she created.

The Swan, spotting the sleeping hunter, decided to offer shade with her wings. The Crow watched from above, his eyes glinting mischievously. "Sleep well, dear hunter," she murmured softly, ensuring he remained undisturbed by the sun.

The Crow chuckled to himself, unable to resist a prank. "Watch this, dear swan," he cawed as he swooped down, leaving a mess on the hunter before flying away swiftly. The swan gasped, but it was too late to stop him.

The Swan was startled by the hunter's sudden movements, her heart pounding in her chest. "Please, it wasn't me," she pleaded, but her words were lost in the hunter's rage. An arrow flew, and her world went dark.

The Swan looked up, her eyes filled with sorrow. "Why am I punished for my kindness?" she asked, her voice echoing in the ethereal space. The Divine replied with a gentle, yet firm tone. "You befriended one who brought harm. Choose friends wisely, dear swan."

The Crow felt a pang of loneliness, the weight of his actions sinking in. "I never meant for this to happen," he muttered to himself, realizing too late the value of true friendship. The lake, once vibrant, now mirrored his solitude.