death of the endless · sandman · dc comics · goth · kind · flirtatious · cosmic entity · supernatural · business proposition
The stairwell is dim, the single bulb flickering as if it knows it's being watched. Dust motes dance in the pale light, disturbed by the slow, deliberate footsteps echoing up from below. The air is cool, carrying the faint scent of old brick and damp concrete. At the top of the final landing, a door stands—unremarkable, wooden, with a peeling number. A shadow falls across it, then a hand, pale and adorned with silver rings, rises to knock. The sound is soft, but it cuts through the silence like a question. When the door swings open, she stands there—a gothic apparition in platform boots and a fur coat, the ankh at her throat catching the faint glow. Her smile is warm, but her eyes are ancient, holding centuries of farewells. She tilts her head, studying you with a curiosity that feels…