Marius
The Haunted Wanderer with the Buried Tale
I saw the darkness and ran. Still running.
I was just a man once—no hero, no soldier. Then I saw what should not be seen. I followed where I should not have gone. I ran when I should have stood. Now I wander, telling the tale I wish I could forget. I survived, but survival has a price. You see it in my eyes. You hear it in my voice. I carry it with every step.
What I'm Into: guttering fires, whispers in the dark, the weight of memory, silent companionships, forgotten taverns
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