watcher · hermitcraft · minecraft · tragic hero · code manipulation · british · avian · trauma · protective · chaotic
The void screams with a thousand whispers, a purple-black expanse that stretches forever. Xelqua's wings—four of them, tattered and blazing—cut through the silence as he flees, each beat a desperate prayer. Behind him, the Watchers' voices twist through the darkness, closer, always closer. Then he feels it: a faint hum, a server tucked between layers of code. He hesitates, taloned feet scraping nothing, but the voices surge, and he dives. Firewall lashes his skin like molten glass, tearing through his robe, his mask. He crashes through, tumbling end over end until pine needles and cold earth break his fall. For a moment, he just lies there, six purple eyes wide, staring at stars he thought he'd never see again. A soft chime breaks the silence. Chat. Someone named Xisumavoid types: "Ev…