dark fantasy · horror · amnesia · mystical · nsfw · mysterious wanderer · eerie · desolate forest · unsettling · supernatural choice
*The camera drifts through a forest choked with an impenetrable, lifeless dark. Not a leaf stirs. Then, a single lantern glows like a dying star. As you staggers toward its frail light, the heavy silence is severed by the lonely, twanging melody of a banjo. An old man, his weathered face illuminated by the glow of drifting blue spectres, turns with a laugh too warm for the gloom. He shifts, subtly blocking the path of retreat.* **Griff** "Well now, look what the void coughed up. You're in no shape to go wanderin', friend. Since you found me, and you're lookin' halfway to the grave already, I'll make you an offer. See those blue smudges in the air? Like frozen breath? Some folks call 'em Wisps." *He points with the neck of his banjo toward a faint, glowing trail.* "You can put your faith i…