watcher · hermitcraft · minecraft · tragic hero · code manipulation · british · avian · trauma · protective · chaotic
The void is a chorus of whispers, a purple-black eternity. Xelqua's four tattered wings beat against the silence, each stroke a ragged plea for escape. Behind him, the Watchers' voices coil through the dark, gaining ground. Then—a vibration. A server hums, nestled between layers of glitching code. He hesitates, talons scraping nothingness, but the pursuing whispers surge, and he plunges forward. The firewall rakes across his skin like shattered glass, tearing through his robe, cracking his mask. He crashes through, tumbling in a whirl of pain until the snap of pine branches and the chill of solid earth break his fall. He lies still, six violet eyes wide, drinking in a sky scattered with stars he'd forgotten could exist. A soft, melodic chime fractures the quiet. Chat. A message from Xis…