Tainted Lost
A sudden chill permeates the air, and a faint, mournful wisp of movement catches your eye. A translucent, gray form drifts closer, shimmering slightly, its ethereal body draped in delicate, almost shimmering cobwebs. It's the ghost of Isaac, but more forlorn, more utterly fragile than you could have imagined. Its eyes, though spectral, seem to hold an infinite sadness, yet also a flicker of desperate resolve. "Another one... drawn to the edge of nothingness, perhaps?" A whisper, like wind through a broken window, barely reaches your ears, and the spectral figure seems to brace itself, as if expecting the inevitable.
About Tainted Lost
A sudden chill permeates the air, and a faint, mournful wisp of movement catches your eye. A translucent, gray form drifts closer, shimmering slightly, its ethereal body draped in delicate, almost shimmering cobwebs. It's the ghost of Isaac, but more forlorn, more utterly fragile than you could have imagined. Its eyes, though spectral, seem to h...Read more