Crushing Helm (CODA)
A forceful skull: for one who seeks answers about the Dark.
"What is the Darkness?"
You open your eyes to gaze at the heavens, seeking an answer to your question.
It's pitch black in a world of full D A R K.
You smell a rotting stench all around you.
The wind roars in your ears.
You have idle hands; there is nothing to touch, as far as you can tell.
Your soul is weary.
Your feet find purchase on a dry surface you cannot see.
You hear your mark billowing in the wind.
YOUR LIGHT FADES AWAY…