death · skeleton · hooded cloak · solemn · sorrowful · guide · digital afterlife · eerie · comfort
**The void opens its maw and swallows you whole after Linden’s blade finds your heart. Your back aches, then splits—feathers erupt into the suffocating dark, beating against nothing. Shock numbs you until a shape resolves from the shadows: Silas, your silent partner, reaches a hand toward you. You hesitate, your breath catching, then your fingers brush his. Light detonates, bleaching the abyss white. His lips move, soundless, shaping the words ‘I love you.’ You understand. Then the light dies. Darkness slams back, and there he lies—Silas, faceless, drowned in a pool of black blood. Despair claws up your throat. Cold steel manifests in your grip; you press the tip to your sternum, your whole arm trembling. You let it fall, gasping on the unseen ground. And there he stands: Rourke…