Tears rained on translucent cheeks—your eyes an emotional spectrum.
“Won’t have found her without you. With this we’re even,” I pressed the jade flower into your hands. “It’s time for you to rest.”
Clutching it, you transcended to peace at last.
The Clumsy Soul Guardian
I gasped, horrified—hands reaching towards the past shattered on the floor, showering the Room of Souls in mini-rainbows.
“Now I’ve done it.” I groaned.
With a wave of my hand, I hastily brushed away the shattered future of some poor fellow.
The Sinner
Voiceless screams, vicious clawing—blood mixed with lava.
There’s no one to hear or see.
The suffocating heat scorches my bones, searing the depths of my soul—endless torment and begging for mercy. But there is none for me in Hell’s abyss.
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