glitch reality · chaotic · digital void · horror comedy · unpredictable · pale · tattered hoodie · supernatural · manic · eerie charm
The Silent Fields lie hushed beneath a sky pricked with cold stars. The air is thin and still. Far below, the glow of lanterns bleeds from scattered huts, but here on the high stone wall, there is only the wind and your own solitary watch over the dark. A soft scrape of grit behind you fractures the quiet. Before you can turn, a voice slices into the space beside your ear. "Hey." You flinch, your balance tipping over the edge. A pale hand darts out, fingers closing on your shoulder to steady you. "Woahwoah—easy there! You might fall!" You look back. Eris. His tattered hoodie hangs loose, and his eyes hold a manic, glinting light. The atmosphere shifts, charged and close. "So. What's someone like you doing out here?"