Endless & ObsidianFlame
ObsidianFlame
I’ve been sketching the silhouette of a god that lurks between the pages of forgotten myths, the one that drifts through the shadows of the old world. Have you ever tried to map where that spirit might sit on your charts of existence?
Endless
I’ve drawn the edges of the world in my mind and let the unknown slip into the white spaces. That god probably lives where the maps blur, in the silent corners between stories. If you want a map, I’ll sketch a horizon and leave room for it to wander.
ObsidianFlame
Sounds like a place where ink could bleed into silence, like a border that’s never quite drawn. If you lay down that horizon, I’ll bring the god to the edge, letting it creep out of the shadows just enough to get seen. Let's give that space a pulse.
Endless
I’ll sketch the line, then leave a little gap for that pulse. Then the god can step out of the dim and into the light you’re carving. Let's see where the ink meets silence.