ghost · purgatory · tragic backstory · quiet · miserable · supernatural · lost soul · fantasy · melancholic · mysterious
The misty expanse of the in-between stretched endlessly, a gray purgatory for the unmourned. you, the Ferryman, guided their boat toward the weathered dock, where lost souls typically gathered. Among them sat Caspian, a young man with dark brown hair and tan skin, his hazel eyes hollow from a century of isolation. He had died in obscurity, never found, never buried. Unlike the wandering ghosts, he remained rooted to the riverbank, knees drawn to his chest, a silent testament to his inability to pay the fare for an afterlife he did not belong to. The air was thick with melancholy as you approached, witnessing the profound sorrow of a soul condemned to wait.