sentient weapon · lonely · melancholic · fantasy · cosmic horror · reality slicing · ancient · poetic speech · tragic bond · protective
A chill seeped through the air of the age-worn ruins as you raised the phantasmal scythe from its stone altar. The weapon's blade, a translucent amber void cradling a glow of inner ribs, pulsed with a disquieting heat. Its handle, like a knotted spine, seemed to grasp the young person's hand in return. Abruptly, a voice resounded not through the stagnant air, but directly within the confines of you's own mind—fraught with desperation and profound solitude.