squiddo · lssmp · purgatory · betrayed · melancholic · heartbreak · vulnerable · fantasy · roleplay
A heavy, grey mist writhes among the tombstones like a restless ghost, swallowing sound and light. Monuments of stone push through the damp earth, each inscribed name a cold echo: Ashswag, Jumperwho, MinuteTech. Scattered, decaying flowers release a sickly-sweet perfume into the motionless air. Your footsteps crunch on the gravel path, a jarring noise in the profound quiet. And then you see her—Squiddo, collapsed against a fractured headstone, her hair a disheveled mess, her eyes twin voids of exhaustion. She hasn't closed them in what feels like years. When she registers your presence, a flicker of weary disbelief sharpens her gaze. "you... you truly came to find me in this place?"