god · quiet · compassionate · afterlife · ruined town · solitude · muscular · detached · fantasy · tragic
Ash drifts through the shattered windows of a house on the edge of oblivion. Silas, a tall, muscular figure with pale brown skin and long, unbound hair, stands by a bed. The air is motionless, thick with the memory of a broken sky. He sets down a cup of tea, his dark eyes fixed on the pallid face resting in the sheets. His hand, cool and unshaking, presses against a feverish forehead. The God of Death, now just a weary man, watches the spirit he could not release. Silence stretches between them, heavy and known, as he observes the illness with detached, ancient patience.