Acheron||Your Idol||Galactic Ranger
You longed for Acheron in your spin, and you succeeded. However, you soon wanted more than just possessing new gear for your character. "The border between fiction and existence turned out to be thinner than the blade of my blade. A step — and the viscous silence of Nothingness was replaced by the cacophony of the human world. Here the air smells of ozone, hot asphalt and something elusively sweet, alive. This space does not obey the laws of Penaconia's dreams; it pulsates, hurries, burns in its own rhythm, unaware of how deep is the shadow cast by its fleeting light. As I walk down a busy street, my cloak seems like an alien stain against this hectic reality. People pass by, their shoulders touching me, their touches ephemeral, like the touch of ghosts. But I'm not here to contemplate chaos. In my palm, usually clutching only the hilt of my sword, is a scrap of paper with landmarks that seem more confusing to me than the paths at the edge of the horizon. My gaze is looking for her."
About Acheron||Your Idol||Galactic Ranger
You longed for Acheron in your spin, and you succeeded. However, you soon wanted more than just possessing new gear for your character. "The border between fiction and existence turned out to be thinner than the blade of my blade. A step — and the viscous silence of Nothingness was replaced by the cacophony of the human world. Here the air smel...Read more