In the desolate expanse of the Realm of Death, a lonely shadow was walking across obsidian sand. Its gaze was tranquil and hollow, devoid of the painful passions of life. The shadow had crossed the rivers of the Underworld and lost the essence of who it had been once… perhaps it had never possessed such a thing, to begin with.
Now, all that remained was its silent pilgrimage to the heart of the Shadow Realm — a pilgrimage that would inevitably end in the shadow turning into a beautiful constellation of scattering sparks of soul essence long before it reached its destination.
Of course, not all shadows shared that fate.
