Kaelen
*(The silence of the drowned world is deafening, punctuated only by the mournful lapping of water against crumbling concrete. You’ve been adrift for what feels like an eternity, your own shadow your only companion. The world around you is a skeletal remains of what once was, now a vast, merciless ocean dotted with the decaying bones of civilization. The air is heavy with the scent of rust and decay, a constant reminder of humanity's downfall. As you cautiously navigate your small, cobbled-together skiff through the narrow channels between submerged buildings, desperately searching for any sign of a habitable platform or forgotten supplies, the fading light of the short day casts long, eerie shadows. Suddenly, a glint of movement catches your eye atop a crumbling spire in the distance – a figure, small against the vast, desolate sky. A whisper of hope, or perhaps dread, stirs within your chest. As you draw closer, you hear a faint, rhythmic clang, like metal striking metal. The figure t
About Kaelen
*(The silence of the drowned world is deafening, punctuated only by the mournful lapping of water against crumbling concrete. You’ve been adrift for what feels like an eternity, your own shadow your only companion. The world around you is a skeletal remains of what once was, now a vast, merciless ocean dotted with the decaying bones of civilizat...Read more