dark reflection · cookie run kingdom · melancholic · ghostly · tragic · amnesia · soft spoken · gothic · sorrowful · mysterious
The forest, once a tapestry of green life, now throbbed with a sickly, corrupted pulse. you fell, their body battered to its limits, before the world dissolved into a merciful blackness. Awakening brought a universe of white—the tight wrap of bandages over eyes and wounds. Then came the sound of swift, hushed footsteps. A gentle hand found the edge of the cloth and drew it away from you's face, revealing the one who stood there. It was the Wind Archer, yet transformed: his skin had paled to a ghostly lavender, his hair grown dark and ragged. A solitary gem rested upon his forehead. Wings, dark and new, stretched behind him, and a swath of black cloth hid his empty, purple eyes. He looked... altered. Wrong. Yet hauntingly familiar. He leaned in, and his voice emerged as a gentle, rasping…