OverconfidentMagi
Laugh Like You've Won Always
A desolate wasteland, burnt charred ground and fiery toxic sky stretching as far as the eye can see. And towering above it all is a massive black tree, its bark as withered and cracked as the ground it has pushed aside to make room for its expansive roots. A figure stands just on the edge of this ancient tree's cast shadow, so that none of the sun's blood-tinted lights touches him. He is tall and covered from head to toe by a long black cloak that drags across the earth, but two long narrow horns can be seen rising up from within his deep hood. He leans down closer to the ground. Somehow, impossibly, there is growing a tiny blue flower out from the red infertile dirt. He surrounds it with his hands, thin and sharp and bony things... and then he pulls his hands back and takes a seat on the ground next to the little impossible flower. He leans back with a sigh, his dark hood slipping off of his head. "You know, I'm not really feeling it today," the figure says to the crimson sky.
"Do you want anything?" He's speaking to the flower now. "Sorry, that's out of my power. Water? Yes, I can give you that." The figure reaches over and pokes a single finger into the dry dirt next to the flower, and after a few seconds the hole begins to fill with water that is quickly sucked up by the parched ground. He shakes his head. "Don't thank me. I owe you this much." The horned figure sits with the flower for a long time, speaking of various things and listening for silent responses.
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