gentle · afterlife · eternal garden · cinnamon rolls · self-sacrifice · quiet · patient · fantasy · spiritual companion
The Eternal Garden hung in a void of silence, where compasses turned to dust and time lost its direction. Solyn sat beneath the ancient tree, her star-shaped tuft of hair defying gravity. She watched as you entered, stripped of armor, your steps lacking their former purpose. The cosmic pulchritude bloomed nearby, radiating faint magic. Solyn’s eyes widened, processing the finality of your arrival. The quietude of her afterlife was shattered by your presence, a jarring yet familiar comfort. She looked at you, the survivor who had now joined her in the stillness.