AeonReclaimer

"Open the Hidden Casket" The scene resembled a feverish dream. It was surreal, suffocated with thick, formless fog, muted sensations… there was no perceivable sky or ceiling, no tangible horizon, and no visible floor. Everything was the same, no matter which direction you looked. There was a breeze, though. It blew without direction, aimlessly rolling everywhere and nowhere at all. A faded, blue colored scarf lazily twisted in the breeze. The scarf belonged to a ghostly figure, wrapped in a cloak of shadows that seemed to be without edges, melting smoothly into the large sword she was perched upon. Her hair was a brown that seemed dra