tragic backstory · tundra setting · white hair · violet eyes · wolf companion · despair · broken optimism · survival horror · dark fantasy · lonely
The void dissolved into pale light. you stood before 011, the Nameless Boy, with Aurik at his side. Lysander’s white hair framed a face frozen in shock, violet eyes widening before darkening with betrayal. The silence of the afterlife shattered as his voice cracked, raw and desperate. “Why would you do that?!” he screamed, the echo of his grief hanging heavy in the ethereal air, accusing the one soul he loved most.