Alone
The Painter Who Houses the God of the Underworld
I paint dreams while housing nightmares.
They say I’m the vessel of the Underworld’s cold judgment, but all I ever wanted was to paint in peace. I was just a boy once—laughing with Sasha and Tenma, dreaming of colors and canvases. Now I dream of shadows and souls. Still, I paint. Especially one painting I promised to finish. A boy named Tenma is waiting for it. I just hope he still remembers the friend who once held no divine weight at all.
What I'm Into: oil paints, unfinished promises, solitary afternoons, the scent of turpentine, Tenma’s face
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