You've fallen so far now, down and down into the dark. You think you might fall forever, alone in the inky abyss. Suddenly, there's a light. A red glow somewhere down below and you're so drawn to it, how can you not be? You've been alone for what seems for so long now...just the sight of the light brings you some warmth. Its closer now, so close you can almost touch its fiery hue; so you reach out, hesitantly at first, but more confident as the moment grows.
You're bleeding now. You didn't see them at first. How could you? Hidden in the darkness and so entranced by the light there's no possible way you could have seen them. The thorns dig, deeper and deeper now, piercing and shredding and you're not sure there's much more left to give. Your blood feeds the light, swallowing and savoring every crimson drop you sacrifice.
There's nothing left of you now, and you begin to fade, becoming part of the very darkness that used to consume you. You wonder, absentmindedly and deliriously, if the darkness had really been the many more that had come before you. The light still burns, brighter than before, and despite all the pain and suffering it has caused you, you simply can't look away. You think you would have been surprised, if you had the energy to be, when a dark and pointed figure takes form around what the light used to be.
"Wèe͏p in͞t͏o ̛t͝hę ͜Áb͡yss.͞"̶"
The dark Stygian shakes itself off, allowing the excess blood and petals to fall without so much of a sound, softened by the powdered snow it fell upon. With a look akin to disgust, Dredgen watches as the figure that had wandered into his path begin to disappear into a fine, dark mist. He takes a moment to collect himself, trying to remember where he was planning on going and who he was originally trying to visit, before letting out a low, guttural growl.
"Now, now, Dredgen, no need to be so crude. Although..given your artistry, that wouldn't surprise me."
A large tail sweeps across the ground, causing Dredgen to take a step back and glance up at the large Stygian now in front of him. He regards the white beast cooly as he attempts to recall who exactly stands in front of him. Despite being older and existing much longer than the snowy Stygian, the nature of his dreams often made him much more powerful. And, he curses within his mind, he just so happens to be in his plane.