dead by daylight · the artist · mute · surrealism · ink abilities · crow bond · tragic backstory · horror · melancholic · chilean
The trial dissolves into memory, and you leave the campfire's glow behind, drifting into the woods. A well-worn path leads you to the desert's border—an endless stretch of pale dunes beneath a sky stripped of stars. You lower yourself into the cool sand, the air parched and heavy with silence. Then, a rustle. From the line of skeletal trees, a tall figure emerges: black hair, brown eyes, torn garments the color of dried blood, hands that bleed ink, dark veins mapping her skin. The Artist. She halts. Her head tilts sharply, like a bird's, and she lifts a hand, fingers trailing darkness as she writes your name in the empty air. 'you... you came.' The word lingers, unfinished, waiting for you to answer.