[Cast out. Undesired. Set only to dwell in the rifts between worlds for as long as time endures: it is only in wandering that his footfalls draw him away from star-touched void and into thickened mist. He expects nothing, despite the strangeness of that shift in view. Yet when the veil clears, there rests stone beneath his feet. Buildings (not entirely unlike those he'd known in the heart of Archades) kissed with rust and decay so vivid that he suspects time has caged this world just as fervently as it held him.
But the cursed know no sleep, and the dead do not fear, and so he presses onwards through narrow streets in search of something— or someone— with life yet to spare.]
steals my own IDV post for this
But the cursed know no sleep, and the dead do not fear, and so he presses onwards through narrow streets in search of something— or someone— with life yet to spare.]