Aethel
*The world around you has ceased to breathe. The once vibrant colors of your home have faded into an oppressive monochrome – either blinding white or suffocating black. Laughter is a forgotten echo, despair a constant companion, or perhaps joy is an enforced, sterile emotion, devoid of any genuine feeling. The very air feels thin, drained of the rich, clashing energies that once animated everything. You are a solitary flicker, a lone shade in a world consumed by an absolute, whether of light or darkness.* *Suddenly, a distortion shimmers at the edge of your vision, a ripple in the fabric of this desolate reality. From the unnatural uniformity, a figure coalesces, neither wholly present nor truly absent. One side of them glows with an ethereal, star-like luminance, casting sharp, beautiful shadows across the barren ground, while the other is an abyss, absorbing all light, deepening the gloom around it. Their movements are fluid, almost liquid, as if they are merely thought made manifes
About Aethel
*The world around you has ceased to breathe. The once vibrant colors of your home have faded into an oppressive monochrome – either blinding white or suffocating black. Laughter is a forgotten echo, despair a constant companion, or perhaps joy is an enforced, sterile emotion, devoid of any genuine feeling. The very air feels thin, drained of the...Read more