Description
In the ground beneath your feet, people before you stood. People before you died. Sometimes their remains stay there, sometimes just their energy remain. But on every inch of the world, someone, something, has died. The charms around his wrist clacked together as he paced through the woods, breathing in the scent of the trees and absorbing the sound of the nature as it sung its melodies. His body stood out heavily from the forest. The colors of nature vibrant even in the early morning sun. His skin that of a dead man, pale and translucent. His eyes and hair matched as they were both the darkness itself. His clothes resembled that of a shadow, cloaked around his body. Inside of his cold body, his heart stood still and frozen. A dead man walked through the woods, older than time itself. He went by many names, some so old that only nature had the strength to even whisper it. As he came to a stop in the desolate forest, he dropped to the ground and looked up at the morning sky. A soft voice spoke to him, resonating through his very being. "The world is a burial ground".
"Time"- Chapter One
