I hover high above my body observing the Spirits of Darkness as they work to regenerate the damage done to my limbs. The heat of their activity strains against the frigid temperatures brought on by the approach of the moon. As my limbs gradually receive the warmth of new life, I watch my face freeze overβmy countenance, forlorn.
Dispatch 02: An Aging One?
Dispatch 02: An Aging One?
Dispatch 02: An Aging One?
I hover high above my body observing the Spirits of Darkness as they work to regenerate the damage done to my limbs. The heat of their activity strains against the frigid temperatures brought on by the approach of the moon. As my limbs gradually receive the warmth of new life, I watch my face freeze overβmy countenance, forlorn.