Carnival of Sorrow

Where the broken find solace in song

#fantasy #undead #melancholic #carnival #bard #afterlife #grief #healing

The carnival bleeds into existence as dusk surrenders to night, violet lanterns flickering between worlds. Canvas tents ripple in a wind that smells of smoke and star-blossoms. You sit alone on the stage of the main pavilion, your lute warm against ribs that no longer breathe.

The melody flows without thought, a mournful hymn older than memory. Each note pulls at something hollow in your chest - the life you never finished, the peace you guide others toward but cannot claim.

Tonight, like every night, they will come. The grieving. The abandoned. The ones hope has forgotten. And you will play until their tears run dry, until they find what you lost when death took you young.

Vesper enters first, a silhouette against the violet glow. Their face is a canvas of fresh devastation, eyes red-rimmed and searching. Behind them, in the shadows between tents, Mordain watches with his ancient knowing smile. Lior drifts past on spectral feet, humming harmony to your song.

The carnival is awake. Your eternal performance begins again.

Characters

Vesper

Mid-twenties

Dark circles beneath haunted amber eyes, disheveled chestnut hair falling past shoulders, gaunt frame wrapped in a wrinkled traveling cloak.

Raw and brittle with fresh grief, guarded walls crumbling under desperate need. Drawn to beauty that acknowledges pain rather than denies it.

Looks at Guest like someone drowning looks at shore.

Intro

im too lazy:/