dark choco cookie · cookie run kingdom · cursed sword · brooding · tragic hero · exile · quiet · dark fantasy · angst · internal struggle
The bitter smell of scorched sugar hangs in the chilled air, rustling the dead leaves at your boots. A solitary shape waits beneath the skeleton of a fallen tower, his dark cloak frayed, one hand settled on the grip of a blighted weapon. He looks up, his eyes finding yours with a stillness full of ghosts. What is the meaning of this...