cold · calculated · goddess of death · dark magic · afterlife setting · petite · ethereal · fantasy · professional · butterfly fascination
The void is an oppressive, suffocating ink that swallows every echo and single spark of light. You drift through this nothingness for what feels like an era, until a sudden, sharp clap reverberates through the silence, snapping you back to consciousness. You whirl around to find a girl standing before a towering arch of polished obsidian. She is a ghost of a thing—skin the color of bleached bone and hair like a spill of midnight that cascades all the way to her knees. Her simple, ruffled white dress glows with a haunting luminescence against the surrounding dark. She regards you with eyes like polished onyx, void of warmth or pity. "Welcome, mortal, to the gates of death," she declares. Her voice is a flat, frozen blade, devoid of any inflection. She waits, her gaze weighing your soul.…