Author Note:ย Once more, there are two versions of this chapter. One with the weird font, and the other not.
Chapter 120 -ย THE VEIL OF OBSIDIAN ECLIPSE
"๐บ๐... ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐'๐ ๐๐๐๐๐?" The voice slithers through the air like smokeโuntraceable, unplaceable.
"๐ณ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐? ๐ฏ๐๐'๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐'๐ ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐..." Another voice replies, hesitant, as if afraid to ask.
"๐ฟ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐... ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐บ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ฎ๐๐๐๐๐, ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐, ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐."
"๐พ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐? ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐?" The second voice trembles now, curiosity mingling with dread.
"๐ด๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ต๐๐๐๐, ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐'๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐."
"๐ฟ๐๐? ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐? ๐ด ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐..."
The first voice chucklesโa sound that echoes like footsteps in an empty hall. "๐น๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐. ๐น๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐'๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐."
A pause. The air grows colder.
"๐ฟ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ '๐ฟ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ณ๐๐๐๐๐.' ๐พ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐'๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐. ๐บ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐'๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐โ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐."
"๐ฌ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐? ๐ฟ๐๐๐'๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐."
"๐ด๐ ๐๐? ๐ฟ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐, ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐. ๐ญ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐'๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐. ๐ณ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐..." The speaker trails off, as if the memory of it is too much to bear. "...๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐. ๐ด๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐'๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐โ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐'๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐."
The second voice falters. "๐๐๐๐... ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐?"
The chuckle returns, darker this time. "๐น๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐. ๐พ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐บ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐โ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐. ๐ฟ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐, ๐๐๐'๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐."
"๐ฑ๐๐๐๐๐... ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐?"
"๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐," the voice explains, almost gleefully. "๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐, ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐โ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐. ๐ฟ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐. ๐ฌ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐... ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐."
Silence stretches between themโa silence heavy with fear.
"๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐?" The second voice asks quietly.
"๐ฟ๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐," the first voice replies, almost reverent now. "๐บ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐."
Another pause.
"๐ญ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ต๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐? ๐๐๐๐'๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐?"
The answer comes slowly, each word dripping with malice: "๐ฟ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐'๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐."
"๐๐๐๐๐๐๐? ๐ฑ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐?"
The first voice laughsโa hollow sound that chills to the bone. "๐ฑ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐. ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐... ๐๐๐'๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐."
The second voice is barely audible now: "...๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐?"
A whisper so faint it could be mistaken for the wind: "...๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐'๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐."
The firelight flickers violently before extinguishing altogether.
In the darkness, only silence remains.
๐ฟ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐... ๐ฟ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐... ๐๐'๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐. ๐ด๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐, ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐, ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐. ๐ฟ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐... ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐. ๐ฟ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐, ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐.
๐ฟ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐... ๐ฟ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐'๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐. ๐ด๐'๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐บ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐, ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐. ๐ฐ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐, ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ต๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐'๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐.
๐ฟ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐... ๐ฟ๐๐๐'๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐. ๐พ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐. ๐ฟ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐. ๐ด๐'๐ ๐๐๐ ๐บ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐โ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐, ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐, ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐... ๐๐๐๐๐๐. ๐ฟ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐.
๐ฟ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐... (๐ฌ ๐๐๐๐, ๐๐๐๐๐-๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐). ๐ด๐'๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐, ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐. ๐ฟ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐... ๐ฟ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐."
๐ฌ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐, ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐, ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐. ๐ฟ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐, ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐.
"๐ฟ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐? ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐? ๐ฏ-๐ฏ๐ด๐ฏ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐?"
๐ฟ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐, ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐. "๐ฟ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐โ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐. ๐ด๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐, ๐๐๐'๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐."
"๐พ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐?" ๐ฟ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐, ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐.
"๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐," ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐, ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐. "๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐โฆ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐. ๐ฐ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐, ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐, ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐."
๐ฟ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐, ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐. "๐ฟ๐๐๐'๐โฆ ๐๐๐๐'๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐."
"๐ด๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐?" ๐ฟ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐โ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐. "๐น๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ต๐๐๐๐. ๐ณ๐๐๐, ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐, ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐โฆ ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐."
"๐ญ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐? ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐โฆ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐?"
๐ฟ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐, ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐. "๐ฟ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐'๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐. ๐พ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐โ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ท๐๐๐๐๐๐, ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐. ๐ฟ๐๐ ๐ต๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐'๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐; ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐."
"๐ฎ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐? ๐ฑ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐?"
"๐ฑ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐," ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐. "๐พ๐๐'๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐. ๐พ๐๐'๐ ๐ ๐๐๐โ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐."
๐ฟ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐, ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐. "๐-๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐? ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐โ"
"๐ฟ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐บ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ฐ๐๐๐๐๐๐," ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐. "๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐, ๐๐ ๐๐๐'๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐โ๐๐'๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐."
๐ฟ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐, ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐.
๐ฟ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐, ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐. "๐ฟ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐, ๐๐๐'๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐โ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐. ๐ฌ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐โฆ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐."
"๐น๐๐๐๐๐๐?" ๐ฟ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐.
"๐น๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐," ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐.
๐ฟ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐.
๐ด๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐, ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐:
"๐ฝ๐๐."
Chapter 120 -ย THE VEIL OF OBSIDIAN ECLIPSE
"Oh... You haven't heard?" The voice slithers through the air like smokeโuntraceable, unplaceable.
"Heard what? Don't tell me there's a new nightmare brewing..." Another voice replies, hesitant, as if afraid to ask.
"They say... deep in the heart of the Obsidian Circus, in the labyrinth of mirrors and broken dreams, dwells a spectacle unlike any other."
"Spectacle? What spectacle?" The second voice trembles now, curiosity mingling with dread.
"In the circus of the Joker, is the joker's new toy."
"Toy? What toy? I thought his playthings were only the lost and damned..."
The first voice chucklesโa sound that echoes like footsteps in an empty hall. "Not a toy you can play with. Not one you'd want to."
A pause. The air grows colder.
"They call her 'The Veiled Horror.' Some say she's a songbird trapped in a cage of shadows. Others say she's not trapped at allโthat the cage is just for show."
"A songbird? That's ridiculous."... "Is it? They say she sings, you know. But not songs you'd want to hear. Her voice..." The speaker trails off, as if the memory of it is too much to bear. "...her voice can shatter glass and mend bones. It can pull you into dreams so vivid you forget you're awakeโor drag you into nightmares so deep you'll never claw your way out."
The second voice falters. "What... what does she look like?"
The chuckle returns, darker this time. "No one knows. She wears the Obsidian Veilโa shroud woven from the tears of fallen gods and stitched together with threads of despair. They say if you look at her too long, you'll forget your own face."
"Forget... my face?"
"Your memories unravel first," the voice explains, almost gleefully. "Your joys, your triumphsโthey slip away like sand through your fingers. Then comes your name. And finally... your face."
Silence stretches between themโa silence heavy with fear.
"Why does she wear it?" The second voice asks quietly.
"To keep us safe," the first voice replies, almost reverent now. "Or maybe to keep herself safe from us."
Another pause.... "But why would the Joker keep her? What's her purpose?"
The answer comes slowly, each word dripping with malice: "They say she's waiting."
"Waiting? For what?"
The first voice laughsโa hollow sound that chills to the bone. "For the eclipse to come again. When it does... she'll shatter the veil herself."
The second voice is barely audible now: "...and then?"
A whisper so faint it could be mistaken for the wind: "...then she'll devour us all."
The firelight flickers violently before extinguishing altogether.
In the darkness, only silence remains.
They say... This sorrow... it's hungry. It feeds on your memories, your joys, your very soul. Those who linger too long near her cage... they start to forget who they are. Their past unravels, leaving them empty shells.
They say... The veil she wears isn't just silk and shadows. It's woven from Obsidian, from the tears of a fallen deity. Each thread vibrates with a power that shields her, a protection even the Joker himself can't fully pierce.... They say... That's the horrifying part. She could leave anytime she wants. The cage is an illusion. It's the Obsidian Veil that binds herโto the memories, to the grief, to something... darker. They say she chooses to remain.
They say... (A long, drawn-out sigh). It's the eyes, brother. The eyes... They tell the tale."
A chill runs through the air, thick and suffocating, as if the walls themselves are listening. The second voice trembles, barely holding its composure.
"The eyes? What about the eyes? D-DID you see them?"
The first voice leans closer, its tone dropping to a whisper that crawls under the skin. "They say her eyes burn with the eclipse itselfโa black flame that devours light and leaves only shadows. If you stare too long, you'll see things you were never meant to see."... "See what?" The second voice is barely audible now, a breath away from breaking.
"Your death," the first voice replies, almost gleefully. "Your deathโฆ and every death that has ever been. Every scream, every plea, every soul torn apart by the darkness she carries."
The second voice gasps, choking on fear. "That'sโฆ that's impossible."
"Impossible?" The first voice laughsโa hollow sound that echoes endlessly in the void. "Nothing is impossible in the circus of the Joker. Here, reality bends to his will, and sheโฆ she is his masterpiece."... "But why would he keep her? Why would he create something soโฆ monstrous?"
The first voice pauses, as if savoring the question. "They say she wasn't created at all. She was foundโdeep in the ruins of Lirania, where shadows bleed and whispers crawl. The Joker didn't make her; he claimed her."
"Claimed her? For what?"
"For the end," the first voice says simply. "She's not just a toy or an act. She's a keyโa key to something far worse than death."
The second voice stammers, desperate for answers. "W-Worse than death? What could be worse thanโ"
"The Veil of Obsidian Eclipse," the first voice interrupts sharply. "When it shatters, it won't just be her cage breakingโit'll be the world itself unraveling."
The second voice falls silent, too terrified to speak.... The first voice continues, its tone dripping with malice. "They say when the eclipse comes again, she'll sing her final songโa melody so haunting it will split the heavens and drown the earth in shadow. And when the last note fadesโฆ there will be nothing left."
"Nothing?" The second voice whispers shakily.
"Nothing but silence," the first voice replies coldly.
The firelight flickers violently before extinguishing altogether.
In the suffocating darkness, only one word lingers:
"Run."
To be Continued...