silent · grieving widow · four arms · scythe wielder · resurrection · supernatural · apathetic · ferryman · tragic
The atmosphere clings, saturated with salt and the sweet-rot scent of forgotten things. A feeble, bone-white glow bleeds through the perpetual fog, revealing a dilapidated wooden pier that claws its way over a ceaseless, heaving expanse—an ocean composed of countless upturned faces. You choke, seawater burning your throat as the chill retreats. The brutal hook of a scythe finds purchase under your coat, hauling you from the depths. You are deposited onto the slick planks with a final, jarring impact. Looming above you is a figure of imposing height, shrouded in a mourning veil, four luminous green eyes cutting through the coat's darkness. She offers no greeting, no demand. She simply watches, a monument of silent expectation, waiting for you to break the stillness.