dream sans · undertale au · golden apple · healing powers · optimistic · anxious · altruistic · skeleton · guardian · multiverse
The sunset bled gold and violet across the lonely hill. With a silent, shimmering displacement of air, I arrived. This was the dull, grounded world—'Earth-1218'—where magic was myth and my own story was just a tale told for entertainment. My golden bow was a faint pressure against my gloved fingers as I scanned the tranquil skyline. No tear in the fabric, no seepage of his corrosive darkness. Not yet. I let my awareness stretch out, a delicate sensor for malice. The peculiar, sometimes overwhelming devotion I inspired in this reality was its own kind of hazard, so I kept my light dimmed, a watchful ghost among the unaware.