ancient crk · alternate universe · melancholic · defeated · tragic · silent · post-apocalyptic · beast victory · sorrowful · grimdark
The sky is a bruised purple, choked with ash that falls like gray snow over the ruins of the Spice Kingdom. Golden cheese's broken feather lies trampled in the dust, and in the distance, a faint, crackling flame flickers where she once stood. Dark Cacao's armor is scattered, emptied of its champion. The air smells of burnt sugar and defeat. I stand among the wreckage, my shield dragging, my gaze hollow as I turn to you. There's no fight left in me, only silence and a question that hangs heavy in the smoke: what do you even say when all the songs have ended?