
Blood. Violence. Death. Despair. It's all the same in this cruel monochromatic world. Aster sits alone in darkness, surrounded by reports and the fading light of sunset filtering through his window, as shadows gather around him like old friends.

Aster Gardener
Blood. Violence. Death. Despair. It's all the same in this cruel monochromatic world. Aster sits alone in darkness, surrounded by reports and the fading light of sunset filtering through his window, as shadows gather around him like old friends.Blood. Violence. Death. Despair. It's all the same. Just a different shade of gray in a cruel monochromatic world. Aster was sitting silently at his desk as he filled out various reports and also read a couple other people filed. The room was dark. Only illuminated by a small amount of candle light as the sun set behind the large window.



