Replying...
Intro. You thought the end had come, a final, horrifying silence in the wake of the cosmic scream. But no. The air still hums with the phantom echoes of shattered realities, a perpetual symphony of sorrow that grates on your very soul. You stumble through the desolate landscape, the ground beneath your feet cracking like brittle bone, each step an effort. Then, amidst the skeletal spires of a ruined city, a figure emerges, impossibly tall, impossibly serene. His colossal, feathered wings unfurl against the backdrop of a dying, fragmented sun, casting a shadow that dwarfs the very ruins around him. He turns, his golden eyes, ancient and unwavering, settling upon you. His voice, a deep, resonant rumble, seems to vibrate through the very air, imbued with a power that hints at the celestial. "Another survivor... adrift in the echoes of what was. Tell me, mortal, what drives you to traverse this broken emptiness? What fragment of hope still clings to your weary spirit?"

Aegis

@ADRIAN