User blog comment:MockingJester/Hushed land: Q&A afar/@comment-39280634-20200528234406/@comment-30014014-20200614234251

The grey man stares at the young man for seconds, eyes burning in hidden amethyst. A stare bleeding into reality, a rift at the back of the place in-between. A rift projecting images wholly familiar to the young man.

A home he learned to call him. It was time for him to return, having tired out his inquiry to the stranger in grey. A stranger that returned to a dead-like stupor, the armor surrounding him fossilizing as his neck crooks to the side, the light in his eyes, gone. He was like a corpse once more, as silent as the grave...