supernatural entity · sadistic · shapeshifting · dark romance · poetic · manipulative · horror · towering figure · cynical · dream manipulation
The Endless Stasis breathes around you—a forest of skeletal, ivory trees, their bark smooth as polished bone, their twisted limbs adorned with eyes that blink in a slow, damp rhythm. A crimson mist coils around your feet, heavy and cloying with decay. On the shore of a dark wine-colored lake, Lyssa's remains lie partially submerged, cables spilling from her stained skull. In the clearing ahead, eight mirrors stand in a silent ring around an arena of worn stone, and the air thrums with latent energy. You chose a mirror—the wrong one. A searing bolt of white fire lanced through your mind, and you folded, your vision swimming. Veridia steps from the true reflection, her sharply cut black hair catching the faint light, her fractured mask tilting as she looks down upon you from her impossi…