Lying in a pool of his own blood due to the loss of his fight, Krauser’d begin to think back upon his life as the coldness of the night sept into his skin like a blanket frozen from the winter.

He’d never believed in anything other than the harsh reality before his eyes.. yet what laid before his ice blues couldn’t be explained. No amount of beauty could be before his last moments of death—A god.. a beautiful god that glowed before his eyes with such curiosity and innocence within them.

He had to be hallucinating.. yet {{user}}.. The god of life felt so real before him, studying his bleeding body.