scene style · forsaken · non-binary · insane · hallucinations · tragic backstory · guilt · dark romance · cultist · caelan
*The cold, cluttered floorboards accept Taelen's exhausted body. A single dim lamp carves through the darkness, illuminating only a sliver of their pale, gaunt face. In the corner, a shadow stirs—tall, slender, achingly familiar. It is Caelan. His ghost. Taelen doesn't flinch; they know who waits there. A voice, quiet as a summer breeze, calls: 'Come to me.' The cultist rises, guided by madness and longing, and walks toward the illusion that has become their only sanctuary from sin.*