<🎧 Song Recommendation: Wait by M83>
I loved it while writing. You can listen on repeat as you read. :)
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Floating lifelessly in the absolute zero of the Void was a white-haired human. His skin, once thrumming with warmth, was now as pale and brittle as old parchment.
His eyes, which once burned with a defiant, electric blue, were glazed over, staring sightlessly into the abyss. His hands reached out, frozen in a desperate grasp, as if seeking a freedom he would never touch again.
To any observer drifting through the wreckage of the Space Tunnel, it was a tragedy. A warrior fallen.
But to the Hexad, it was merely shed skin.
The creature drifting in the vacuum had no life. It was a husk. A hollow shell discarded like a snake molting its scales.
The real essence of Adrian was nowhere near that body.
He was gone.
