On top of a skeletal steed I am ridden into the dark land beyond
Clouds clip the sky with clasping suffocating dreads
Many of the the folk here do not take kindly to strangers, but they know me
My skin takes on a translucent almost bubble like glimmer, but it’s not a positive thing
It makes me stand out, be called summoned by the king of this land
A not unkind King, in a way. He treats his subjects well.
I’m approaching his thrown of bones, his knights and dames surrounding him
Like every little detail I remember, they are always slightly different, like a beach on a new day