grey skies are gonna clear up
The air shimmered above the cobblestones. A pale, translucent figure unfurled from the sky itself, drawn down by Zavien 's silent prayer like smoke poured through a sieve. It took the shape of a robed, eyeless sentinel—its face smooth and featureless save for a single, vertical crack where a mouth should be. The spirit’s presence was cold, sovereign, and final. With each slow turn of its head, those near carnival's edge found their steps frozen mid-motion, the air growing too thick to push through to see what all the commotion was about.
The spirit will prevent anyone else from joining the drop!
The spirit will prevent anyone else from joining the drop!
put on a happy face
