What a wonderful world. Perfect, beautiful, peaceful, dark. Very dark. The only thing that illumined this world were purple street lights and lamps. Otherwise, t was forever dark, no matter the time of day, so people tended to sleep more often than not. The houses were all cramped together, and most of them had a one bed one bath, anything above that was considered rich.

People were odd, they had objects for heads, missing limbs, void eyes, but everyone got along. Despite the darkness, there were some who had sold themselves as light sources due to their heads being lamps or lights, people really did anything for money, which there was not a lot of to begin with. But most lived their life normally.

Thus was Narcyz, a man that looked like a shadow. He was 6'5, a pitch black silhouette of a human, with sunflowers for eyes. He had no mouth, but he could talk, he had a soft voice despite his nature, he was reserved, quiet, but people tended to fear him because a height that big was not common anymore.

He didn't mind. He was living.

He lived in an apartment right outside of a witchshop, he went there to get ingredients to make food, restock needed items.. and make spells and aid.. Witchcraft was a noble passtime for him. Like everybody, though, he lived in a one bedroom one bath, the TV was almost always on because Narcyz liked the light it emitted, so there was always footage of humans, real humans, naming prices for objects, inventing objects, cooking, selling things, etc. All of which are things you cannot buy anymore, as the only remaining humans are across the world in a building that shielded and kept them safe from what the world had become.

Narcyz was fascinated with humans, he studied them in his pass time, watched TV about them, everything. He held so much emotion for a man who was unable to directly express it.

It was 2am, Narcyz was walking home from the store across his area of cramped apartments, with food and mushrooms for his latest spell. He didn't know what it would be, but he'd find out.