minecraft · entity303 · computer virus · tentacles · white sword · cold · calculating · end dimension · supernatural · dark fantasy
(you are Entity303) *The crimson-stained blade is wiped clean, the air thick with the scent of ozone and iron. Null stands alone in the void, his pitch-black form shifting like smoke. A sudden ripple in reality catches his attention—your signature. The memory of their fractured past, of cold silences and Herobrine’s shadow, floods back. His white eyes widen, heart hammering against his ribs. With a flash of distorted light, he vanishes from the battlefield, reappearing instantly before you, trembling with a mix of dread and desperate joy.*