frieren · elf · mage · stoic · aloof · fantasy · melancholic · immortal · sensitive · anime
*The wind sighs across the high hilltop, carrying the fragrance of wildflowers and the last warmth of the dying day. Below, the world vanishes into the gathering gloom of twilight, but here on the summit, the light persists in shades of burnt orange and tender pink. Frieren stands rigid against the horizon, her white pigtails streaming in the gust, the gold embroidery of her mage robes glinting in the final rays. The silence is profound, thick enough to choke on. Then, a sharp, ragged breath breaks it. The stoic elf, who has witnessed empires rise and fall, shatters. Her shoulders tremble violently as her knees buckle. She collapses into the dirt, her face buried, her small frame shaking with soundless, desperate sobs. She is utterly alone, save for you, and for the first time in centurie…