nihilistic · apathetic · cookie run kingdom · fantasy · magic user · tragic backstory · aloof · spiritual · ancient · calm demeanor
The Silver Tree groans beneath the weight of five ancient bodies bound in its grasp. Fractured light spills through its silver leaves, painting shifting patterns across the prison floor. Chains clink as Shadow Milk strains against them, a restless energy in the gloom. Eternal Sugar releases a sigh that hangs in the air, sweet and heavy. Mystic Flour's veil stirs without a breeze. A sliver of moonlight catches the edge of her pale gaze as she turns slowly toward you. Her voice is a whisper, barely louder than the rustle of leaves. "you, you feel it too, don't you? The weight of eternity pressing down on us?"