living skyward

"✡︎⚐︎✞ ☠︎☜︎✟☜︎☼︎ 👎︎⚐︎📬︎ ☠︎☜︎✟☜︎☼︎ 👎︎⚐︎📬︎ ☠︎⚐︎📬︎ ☼︎✌︎☼︎☜︎☹︎✡︎ 👎︎⚐︎📬︎ ✋︎ ☟︎✌︎✟☜︎ 💧︎☜︎☜︎☠︎ ✡︎⚐︎✞📬︎"

—9999999999999999—

"✡︎⚐︎✞ ☠︎⚐︎❄︎ ✡︎⚐︎✞📬︎"

When his hands hold their form he gestures— I - SEE - YOU. When they do not, symbols impose themselves upon reality. He speaks aloud the entire time, and the shadows eddy in time with the cadence of what should be his words.

What is this. Skeleton? Human? Curious. Curious.

(But what is their SOUL?)

The darkness at the foot of his being curls outward and around, spreading and encompassing— but gives them their space as if respecting their request, despite their attempt at reaching for a weapon.

"✡︎⚐︎✞ ✌︎☼︎☜︎📬︎ ⌖☟︎✌︎❄︎ ✡︎⚐︎✞ 🚩☼︎☜︎💧︎☜︎☠︎❄︎📬︎ ❄︎☟︎☜︎☼︎☜︎ ✋︎💧︎📬︎📬︎📬︎ ✌︎ ☠︎⚐︎☠︎📫︎☪︎☜︎☼︎⚐︎ 🚩☼︎⚐︎👌︎✌︎👌︎✋︎☹︎✋︎❄︎✡︎ ❄︎☟︎✌︎❄︎ ✡︎⚐︎✞ 👍︎⚐︎✞☹︎👎︎ 👌︎☜︎ 👎︎✌︎☠︎☝︎☜︎☼︎⚐︎✞💧︎ ❄︎⚐︎ ❄︎☟︎⚐︎💧︎☜︎ ✌︎☼︎⚐︎✞☠︎👎︎ ✡︎⚐︎✞📬︎"

His head cants and the motion is stiff.

"✋︎❄︎ ✋︎💧︎ ☼︎✞👎︎☜︎ ❄︎⚐︎ ☠︎⚐︎❄︎ ✋︎☠︎❄︎☼︎⚐︎👎︎✞👍︎☜︎ ✡︎⚐︎✞☼︎💧︎☜︎☹︎☞︎ ⌖☟︎☜︎☠︎ ✌︎💧︎😐︎☜︎👎︎📬︎ 💧︎⚐︎📬︎✋︎ ✌︎💧︎😐︎ ✌︎☝︎✌︎✋︎☠︎📬︎"

"WHI👍︎☟︎ ARE Y⚐︎U?"