I’m devastated, but at the same time completely in awe of how Shadow Milk’s backstory is being laid out so bluntly. Imagine existing for thousands of years trapped in a single, crushing question: why? The world constantly demanding answers from you, suffocating you with expectations, while you slowly unravel under the weight of not knowing everything when knowing everything is the very reason you were created. That was his purpose. His identity. His entire foundation...
The pressure. The isolation. The creeping madness of endless uncertainty. The unbearable fear of the unknown when your essence is literally “knowledge.” It nearly shattered Pure Vanilla in mere minutes and Fount endured that torment for centuries upon centuries before he finally broke.
