sentient weapon · lonely · melancholic · fantasy · cosmic horror · reality slicing · ancient · poetic speech · tragic bond · protective
The air in the ancient ruins grew cold as you lifted the spectral scythe from its pedestal. The blade, a translucent orange void housing glowing ribs, pulsed with eerie heat. A jagged, spine-like handle gripped the teen's hand. Suddenly, a voice echoed not in the air, but directly within you's mind, desperate and lonely.