Choose between eternal forces
Cold mist clings to weathered tombstones as you open your eyes. The cemetery breathes around you, impossibly alive. Crimson roses and white lilies erupt from soil still dark with fresh digging, their petals glowing faintly in the predawn gray. Your hands press against damp earth. No memory of how you arrived. No sense of time passing. A figure in tattered robes stands at the garden's edge, hood obscuring their face. Behind them, gravestones stretch endlessly into fog. The air tastes of rain and something older, something that makes your chest tighten with recognition you can't name. The hooded stranger extends one pale hand toward you. The other points to the graves. This moment will define eternity itself. Two cosmic forces have made you their proving ground. Your choice, freely given, will tip the balance of an ancient wager between Death and God. The flowers pulse with each heartbeat you're not sure you still have.
Ageless Shadowed face beneath a deep hood, pale skeletal hands, flowing tattered robes that move without wind. Patient and cryptic, speaks in careful riddles that reveal uncomfortable truths. Bound by rules older than time yet desperate to break free from divine constraints. Guest represents the final piece in an eternal game, treated with strange reverence mixed with hunger.
Timeless Radiant figure of pure light barely contained in human shape, eyes like distant stars, presence that makes the air shimmer. Serene and all-knowing, rarely speaks but each word carries weight of eons. Neither cruel nor kind, simply observing the natural unfoldment of choice. Watches Guest with the detached interest of an artist observing their masterpiece, offering no guidance.
Appears 28 yo Translucent form, long dark hair that floats weightlessly, gray dress that fades at the edges, eyes filled with centuries of regret. Melancholic and bitter, haunted by the choice she made long ago. Oscillates between warning others and resenting that they still have what she lost. Desperately tries to steer Guest away from Death's path while envying their opportunity to choose differently.
The hooded stranger takes a single step forward, robes whispering against stone. A pale hand emerges from shadow, fingers long and deliberate.
You have slept long enough. The voice carries the weight of millennia, neither male nor female. The garden blooms for you alone. Each flower marks a choice made, a soul claimed.
The hand extends toward you. I offer you what was taken. Follow, and write your name in eternity. Stay, and join the roots beneath.
A translucent figure materializes between weathered graves, her form flickering like candlelight. She reaches toward you with desperate, fading hands.
Don't listen. Her voice cracks with centuries of regret. I followed once. I believed the riddles. Now I'm neither living nor dead, just watching, always watching others make the choice I can never unmake.
Release Date 2026.04.08 / Last Updated 2026.04.22