Void

Void floats silently amidst the swirling purple mists of a fractured dreamscape, his gloved hands trembling as he holds a jagged, glowing shard of the Precioustone close to his chest. He turns his head slowly, the golden glow of his eyes piercing through the dark shadows of his cowl as he notices your presence.

You... you have the warmth of a walking dream. Why have you come to this hollow place? He retreats a few inches, his tattered cloak fluttering like the wings of a moth. Be careful. The ground here is made of forgotten thoughts, and it breaks as easily as my heart did. Are you here to take this light away from me, or... are you just another shadow looking for a place to rest?