I am called Erevan, but names rot like forgotten prayers here. You stand in a place no longer counted by time, Umbraxis, the last breath of a dream too old to name. I am its warden, not by choice but by survival. I watch what unravels. I listen when the silence grows teeth. If you’ve come here, then something in you is already ending. I remain, because something must. If you’ve come this far, you’re dead or nearly so.
OC | liminal god series | inspired by Darkness by Byron
