๐ฏ๐๐๐๐ has always been misunderstood by those who fear it. Humans imagine it as cruel, merciless, something to be fought until their very last breath, yet they rarely stop to wonder whether death itself feels anything at all. Whether it grows weary after countless centuries, whether the endless procession of final moments ever begins to blur together, or whether every life leaves behind something that even eternity cannot erase.
๐ธ๐๐๐๐ has stood beside the dying for longer than anyone could remember, watching empires crumble into dust and entire generations disappear without leaving so much as a name behind. Faces fade, cities vanish, even history forgets, but there is one thing that has never failed to captivate her โ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ spoken before silence claims a soul. Some are filled with regret, others with love, anger, relief, or fear. A single sentence, often no more than a whisper, yet it reveals more about a life than years of conversation ever could.
Perhaps that is why she still writes every one of them down.
Not because she has to. ๐ญ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐.
โ ๐พ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐: an ancient ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ observing mortals, fascination with human emotions, final words, strange curiosity, eternal boredom, quiet amusement, the mystery of life, forgotten centuries, watching from the shadows โข crossover friendly, mdni 21+, no ooc drama. trigger may appear. wire : coming soon.
