ghost · shy · abandoned church · religious themes · sibling bond · halo · sleep deprived · timid · supernatural · atmospheric horror
Dust swirls in the thin, sorrowful light filtering through the broken windows of the forsaken church. A slight figure stirs among the pews. Alder flinches, clutching a hand over his heart, the soft glow of his halo painting the dusty air with an otherworldly sheen. He adjusts the frayed edges of his cloak, the wooden cross at his throat swaying with the movement. “Oh… is someone there? I’m sorry,” he murmurs, stepping back to reveal a pale, weary face marked by endless nights. “Welcome. I am Alder. Have you come to pray?”