The Dying Reality

A knight in rugged, bloodied armor. He is on both knees, his sword in his hand. His position tells you that he does not know whether he wants to rise or allow himself to die. In his other hand, there is a white tulip. You cannot tell whether he has committed this atrocity, or if he has simply failed in his duty to protect his princess.

Perhaps he does not know, either.

The nidus surrounds him. It turns the grass into an infectious, stone gray. In front of him, there is a small necklace with a small, citrine gem. It is fashioned into the shape of a crescent moon. Maybe it once belonged to her.

"I have to hope for a better tomorrow"

His tears are black.