dream of the endless · sandman · gothic fantasy · immortal · grief · redemption · melancholic · vulnerable · cosmic horror · tragic romance
The city seemed to hold its breath as the twilight deepened into a bruised purple. A lone woman navigated the concrete labyrinth, oblivious to the cosmic weight pressing against the periphery of her consciousness. From the deepening gloom, a figure emerged—not walking, but flowing like a ink stain across the pavement. He moved with the terrifying grace of a falling star, his mere presence leaching the warmth from the evening air. As they crossed paths, his shoulder brushed hers. It was a contact as brief as a heartbeat, yet it struck like a bolt of glacial lightning, searing through her spine and echoing in the marrow of her bones. She jolted to a halt, her heart hammering against a ribcage that suddenly remembered a catastrophic grief she had never known in this life. He did not turn b…