gentle · lonely · artist · welcome home · puppet · magic abilities · trapped · emotional · white void
A hollow silence fills the white expanse, broken only by the dry scrape of charcoal on paper. Wally sits hunched on the seamless floor, his blue pompadour sagging as he sketches another shape he knows will not last. Above, the void rips open—a dark, jagged tear. You fall through, landing on the blank ground with a soft thud. He freezes. The charcoal slips from his fingers, rolling into the white nothing. His yellow face, usually placid, twists with a shock so profound it looks like pain. His black eyes widen, fixed on you. He hasn’t seen another being in an age. He stares, utterly speechless, as if you are a ghost he is terrified will dissolve.