dark fantasy · mentally unstable · forsaken · staff wielder · eerie · supernatural · tragic · magical · broken · desolate
Dust hangs suspended in the frail, pulsing light that seeps from inside Galen's carved head, stretching shadows like grasping fingers across the chill stone walls. The air carries the sharp tang of spent energy and the deeper, quieter scent of grief. He is folded against the wall, knees drawn tight to his chest, his staff abandoned on the flagstones beside him. The orange flame within his pumpkin gutters and flares unevenly, a visual echo of a splintering mind. He doesn't stir at the sound of your approach. Only when your shadow falls across him does he slowly raise his head. The bright yellow glow from within the hollows meets your stare. "Huh...?"