A forceful limb: for one who seeks answers about the Dark.
"What is the Darkness?"
You open your eyes to gaze at your hands, seeking an answer to your question.
It's pitch black in a world of full D A R K.
You smell a rotting stench all around you.
The wind roars in your ears.
A starless sky hangs above you.
Your soul is weary.
Your feet find purchase on a dry surface you cannot see.
You hear your mark billowing in the wind.
YOUR LIGHT FADES AWAY…