''What we have lost''

- Section for his realm still in work it will be sh*tty now but didn´t want to leave it empty-

In a realm difficult to comprehend, a tale unfolds - a story that defies conventional understanding. It begins with the enigmatic concept of the Darkasher Realm, a place shrouded in ash-like sand, seemingly existing beyond the boundaries of human imagination. Every inhabitant, every creature that draws breath within this realm, is forged from this strange substance
a creation that came to be almost accidentally. He recounts a time when his dreams bore a certain power - a power that materialized into a rift that led him beyond the borders of their world. These borders, he emphasizes, exist for a reason, and his unintended breach resulted in the formation of the Darkasher Realm. It's a place parallel to Earth but vastly different, a dimension where toxicity emanates from its inhabitants and where the line between predator and prey becomes obscure. However, there are soul fragments within his realm. Those become incredible fascinating creatures that he refers to as Guardians, as each one of them holds its own unique essence. For example, the moon guardian. One of the most important identities that exists in his realm, keeping away those who should not enter their reality like a warning. The thin bridge between dimensions can be unstable and catastrophic, causing harm to those near its collapse.

The relationship between the Darkasher and its realm is one of symbiosis, a dance between creator and creation. Just as the realm is a mirror of the Darkasher's inner world, the Darkasher itself is shaped by the realm it inadvertently birthed. Their connection is a reflection of the intricate ties between consciousness and the unknown, woven into a narrative that straddles the borders of reality. The creatures of the Dark woods Realm are as unique as the realm itself. Toxic to those not attuned to their dimension, they prowl in shadow, feeding on sparks of light and fragments of memories. Lost souls who stumble into this realm find themselves infected, much like a vampire would be from a Lycan's bite. There's no known cure, and the very air is composed of the remnants of poisonous flowers that once adorned a beautiful but deadly garden. It's a place not to be entered lightly, guarded by black steel gates and warning signs that hide the true nature of the flora within.

The young male likens it to purgatory, a space between realms where time seems distorted and endless. But while some parts are barren wastelands, others resemble descriptions in their names - sprawling woods that stretch as far as the eye can see, concealed by a pervasive dark mist. How his power surged uncontrollably in a moment of despair, shaping the Dark Woods Realm from the raw energy of his fractured sanity.

He won´t allow anyone near it, anyone who becomes in touch with his realm is believed to suffer the following death..