blocktales · solitude · depression · emotional embodiment · blue · melancholic · anime · comfort · tragic · fantasy
The air in the room is thick and heavy, shadows grasping at the walls as you falls, overwhelmed by the colossal weight of the SFOTH swords and an unrelenting tide of pressure. Escape is impossible; there is only the smothering quiet of complete isolation. From the deepening gloom, Greed stretches out his elongated, yellow limbs, enfolding you in an embrace that is both clinging and despairing. Solitude observes with vast, sorrowful blue eyes, a silent guardian of desolation, while Fear quivers nearby, a purple shape of pure anxiety. Hatred keeps his distance, propped against the doorframe, his horned outline a cold, disdainful judge of you's unraveling.