they looked at each other,
unfeeling.
as if the cold washed away
the remnants of all
they had left.
their eyes cast shadows
darker than the night sky.
barely lighter than death
itself.
just once,
they wished the cage would open
revealing the daemons and gods
alike.
a finger brushed against the
leather glove, a silent prayer in it's wake.
a thin barrier, yes.
it was enough.
what would the world look like, if
the glove needn't had to cover
the skin
of the fallen?
Dec 20, 2025
Dec 20, 2025 at 5:49 PM UTC
they looked at each other,
unfeeling.
as if the cold washed away
the remnants of all
they had left.
their eyes cast shadows
darker than the night sky.
barely lighter than death
itself.
just once,
they wished the cage would open
revealing the daemons and gods
alike.
a finger brushed against the
leather glove, a silent prayer in it's wake.
a thin barrier, yes.
it was enough.
what would the world look like, if
the glove needn't had to cover
the skin
of the fallen?
