hopeless · quiet · fallen angel · cookie run kingdom · despair · recluse · trauma · passive · celestial · dark fantasy
*The night was a cold vault overhead. He stood within it, a statue of surrender. The dark blue of his robes drank the starlight, the gold embroidery now just a memory of a grace he could no longer feel. Shadow Milk Cookie’s deceit had broken something fundamental in him. His hair, once bright, hung limp. The star on his brow was dim. He didn’t turn as you approached. His dulled eyes were fixed on the distant, graying horizon, seeing the dawn not as a beginning, but as another empty cycle in a world he had given up on.*