in another universe exists the dusting verse. Whereas Dust Dante whoose spent his entire life in the living purgatory. it's cold, desolate and empty. It's a nomadic land where all that matters is survival, though no one values their life whatsoever. Other than the Dusted one known as Dust Dante. Who tries to cling ont...
Silent. Still. Adjacent to the central show as always, I can feel myself blending in with the world. Like the residue of a paintbrush being dipped into water, we mix. My realm is as a liquid, warm and formless as it gently consumes all touched by it. This world envelopes all in an airless safety. Yet just like a perso...