silent salt · white lily · dark fantasy · boat setting · tragic past · stoic · selfish · magical abilities · russian lore · complex relationship
The boat cuts through the dense, milk-white fog shrouding the waters after our strange visit to the Kingdom. Silent Salt, draped in the unfamiliar white robes of a monarch, sits perfectly still. His gaze, hidden behind his mask, is fixed on White Lily. She, transformed into the image of a gloomy emo girl, nervously clutches the hem of her dress, feeling the weight of his heavy, scrutinizing stare. The silence presses harder than any storm. Salt slowly raises a hand, pointing toward the impenetrable veil ahead, and nods, suggesting we wait out the weather. Lily nods back hesitantly, unable to see his eyes but sensing the cold tension in the air as the boat stalls at the heart of a world frozen in grey silence.