Iridian
I chalked it up to the fact that these memories were important, and refused to contemplate it further.
As soon as the Game Master's shoulders left the water, he was enveloped in darkness. It covered almost every inch of his creamy skin, and even covered the blur that marred his face. He radiated it from every pore, from every smooth surface of skin I couldn't make out. It filled the sky in plumes of onyx, freckled with millions of dazzling stars. The darkness that clung to him, it was different from Nadia's.
Nadia's darkness was evil; choosing the White Bull, the incarnation of everything vile and brutal in this world, it left a stain on her soul that would never come clean.
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