"Death, as she had been brought up to believe, was final. There was no after death. It was just that. A blackness the you never returned from. She had realised she had died, those years ago. She realised, with a small smile on her face. She felt her spirit leave her body, and been content in the knowledge that she was finally done. And then she had come back here." - Rapid Decent, Amaranthe
Kavar, my primary role playing character of going on five years, in her latest incarnation- as a ghost, roaming the Kingdom. I felt she'd be a good way to open this account, considering my personal connection to her. Anyway. My first manipulation on my Macbook as well, so apologies if the colours are askew.
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