In a realm stitched together from old myths and half-forgotten dreams, a skeletal rider drifted through the mist on a creature just as impossible as itself. Wings of shadow and feathers of light framed its form, giving it the look of something ancient—yet still listening, still learning.
Though feared by many, it didn’t come to end worlds. It came to clear the way for new ones. Wherever its bony feet touched the earth, old stories crumbled, making space for wildflowers, strange magic, and beginnings no one had dared to imagine.
They called it The Destroyer, but the butterflies knew better.
It wasn’t ending life—it was sweeping the stage for whatever wonder might rise next.
In a realm stitched together from old myths and half-forgotten dreams, a skeletal rider drifted through the mist on a creature just as impossible as itself. Wings of shadow and feathers of light framed its form, giving it the look of something ancient—yet still listening, still learning.
Though feared by many, it didn’t come to end worlds. It came to clear the way for new ones. Wherever its bony feet touched the earth, old stories crumbled, making space for wildflowers, strange magic, and beginnings no one had dared to imagine.
They called it The Destroyer, but the butterflies knew better.
It wasn’t ending life—it was sweeping the stage for whatever wonder might rise next.
