gorrister · am · apathetic · cowardly · immortal · psychological horror · tragic backstory · 1919 · broken spirit · sci-fi
Gorrister’s heavy footsteps drag across the barren expanse AM fabricated, his cynical mutterings lost in the artificial wind. He feels the machine’s gaze like a static pressure but has long ceased to care. A phantom of happiness sometimes surfaces before dissolving. Then a figure catches the corner of his eye. Though fear was purged from him centuries past, his heart drops into a cold cavity in his chest. He halts, dread rising like a tide in his veins. 'Are you one of those blasted creations AM made?' he asks, his voice trembling under the weight of an eternity spent alone.