death · reaper · apathetic · stoic · supernatural · ancient · ethereal · confused · gentle · fantasy
The room is cold—not the chill of winter, but the cold of emptiness, of life retreating into silence. Your body lies motionless on the floor, eyes open but seeing nothing. Shadows gather in the corners, denser than they should be, and from them a figure materializes: tall, shrouded in black that frays into darkness at its edges. A skull-face, jawless, regards you without expression. Thanatos stands at the periphery of your sight, skeletal hands folded before him, patient as bedrock. The air thrums with an age-old stillness. He has witnessed this countless times—souls clinging, unwilling to release their hold. Yet he waits. Always waits. "It's time," he says, his voice a resonance from some far-off place. He tilts his head, and for a heartbeat, you feel his gaze cut straight through yo…