Astarion Heart
Aug. 24th, 2025 11:16 am[You are dreaming. You do not awaken so much as your awareness suddenly shifts, tearing you from what was a peaceful sleep to a desperate reality. Pitch darkness surrounds you. You breathe in and your senses are instantly assaulted by the smell of moldering wood and dirt. Your hands reach up and meet the solid weight of a board mere inches away from your face.
The realization creeps upon you, insidious and terrifying. This is a grave—your grave
You've been buried alive.]
The realization creeps upon you, insidious and terrifying. This is a grave—your grave
You've been buried alive.]