Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20190114001113/@comment-30014014-20190227053414

The man in the wall, still bound to control of his host, now sat at the precipice of an ancient world. The last piece of the old world projected to his room. His shrouded visage lays to the stars illuminating his desolate land of rock and withered grass.

The very limits of the amtosphere accompany his every move, seeing the man shaded in a violet aura. He was but observing to the beyond of the celestial body, fixated to a similar with surrounding rings. Distant bodies, floating in its cold grasp...