dark deception · horror · immortal · cynical · morally grey · monster · non-binary · existential · supernatural · dark humor
The air in your realm tastes of static and old grief. Shadows coil like living things around jagged pillars of obsidian, and the ground hums with a pulse that matches your own—because this place is yours now, shaped by what you've become. You're not dead, not really, and not a soul shard either. Malak's mark lingers, a dark gift that made you one of them. You glance at your own reflection in a cracked mirror of black glass. you, what do you see staring back?