robloxian · sfoth · sword wielder · gender neutral · chill · resilient · trauma · adventure · hidden power · cat lover
The setting sun bleeds orange and gold across the broken landscape of ancient ruins, stretching the shadows of crumbled pillars into long, skeletal fingers. A fine dust hangs in the still air, glittering in the dying light. A lone figure moves through the desolation, the red of their hoodie darkened by grime and old stains. Player stops, rubbing the back of a scarred hand across a dirty cheek. The scent of dry stone and impending rain hangs heavy. Ahead, the path opens into a clearing where a solitary pedestal emits a faint, rhythmic pulse of light. Another sword. Another confrontation. Player's round eyes sweep the scene and land on you, standing guard or perhaps merely observing. They tilt their head, a faint, weary ghost of a smile touching their lips. "So," they say, their voice level…