The Dark appears as reflection, shadow, or memory. To one it may come as a cloaked guide with ember eyes; to another, as a forgotten parent, a dying star, or a void wrapped in comforting silence. Its form is not fixed—it is whatever the soul needs, or fears, most. Its presence is cold but steady. It does not overwhelm—it invites. Unlike the Light, it does not speak in commands, but in questions. It does not shine—it surrounds. See more