who we are and all that we're trying to be
Mist upon mist, fog upon fog, and nothing in between – no billowing, no movement, only the cover of ivory bursting before slate eyes. The search for something was the singular thing keeping him tethered to this plain, otherwise he existed in the stark parallels of worlds before, abolished, and gone.
It eventually faded, and there were figments, fractions, fragments to follow. Senses were naught here, no intermingling of his machinations, no calculations put to use, no tethers wrapped in their threshold. His gaze narrowed, but no need for speculation, for wondering, beyond the need, the avarice, clinging around bones and hearts. So he marched, like a dutiful soldier, to the right.
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Deimos chooses to go to the right!
During PQ/PQ+/KQs/Drops, you roll with advantage on luck-based rolls and receive an extra name during drops.
It takes dying to know
How to live as ghosts