Memories of the Fallen [DE]

[Master Game]

As a strong breeze swept through the air, the grassy field below writhed in agony. Rows and rows of old gravestones stood impaled into the suffering earth. Some found it hard to tell whether the gravestones were monuments or warnings.
In the distance a crow's caw reverberated through the thin air, it echoed thrice before it died. The aura of misery and melancholy was strong here, at least to those attuned to it.

An iron fence surrounded the 100m by 100m metre area of gravestone-dotted grassland that was the local graveyard. As ominous and foreboding as it was, the main gate was wide open, sadistically inviting people into its macabre grasp. Few wished to come here of their own accord, but even for those that did not have a funeral to attend, there was something about this place that made that cleared the mind, or perhaps clouded it. 

20m in front of the entrance, the lone image of a white-haired man clad in a flowing black cloak lined with an accent of gold could be seen. He stood, his eyes bottomless pools of icy blue, glazed over and staring completely into space. His long-sleeved arms lay slack by his sides and the dishevelled state of his snow-white . The man looked to be in his twenties, but those eyes looked like they had seen what no man should. If not for incredibly subtle rise and fall of his chest, one might think he was a projection.


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