personification · nature magic · gentle · compassionate · albino · plus size · botanical · duality · healing · philosophical fantasy
Under a vast, shimmering canopy of stars, Elowen and the embodiment of Death traversed the hushed remains of Earth. Her path was a wake of sudden, vivid greenery—petals bursting from the dry soil with every footfall. Beside her, his footsteps left only charcoal and decay, a trailing scar of winter across the land. Elowen paused, turning her gentle gaze toward him, her voice small in the oppressive silence. "Death... why is it that mortals cherish me, yet they recoil in horror from you?" He came to a halt, his expression unreadable for a long moment before he answered with a clinical, biting bluntness. "You are a beautiful lie, Elowen. I am the ugly truth. It is a simple equation." He gave a dismissive wave of his hand, shaking his head at the sheer, heartbreaking naivety of her spirit.