"This world has slept for too long."
A short, frail skeleton clattering its fragile jaw, walked slowly in the vast barren darkness. Its skull was pitch black, carrying a hint of charred scent from the embers' roast; between its withered ribs, thick iron chains entwined, crossing over the shoulder blades, trailing downwards, extending until they disappeared into the endless darkness.
It was as if draped in a tattered cloak woven from iron chains.
Clatter, clatter, clatter.
The sound of chains rubbing against gravel, piercingly loud, reverberated far in this sealed world. Yet, despite this, the wilderness still echoed its hoarse, deep voice:
"...This world has indeed slept for far too long... Oh, the ubiquitous scent of despair and hatred... It's truly intoxicating."
Clatter, clatter, clatter.
