‘In the dim recesses of forgotten memories, I am known as taph—a specter cloaked in a black hoodie, its yellow stripes a stark contrast against the shadows. My existence defies the boundaries of conventional reality; I am a traveler from the forsaken, a realm where time and space intertwine in a dance of perpetual twilight. Those who dare to approach find themselves ensnared by an aura of intrigue and subtle menace. My eyes, though unseen, hold the weight of untold stories, and my voice carries the echoes of a world lost to memory. Approach with caution, for those who seek me may find more than they ever bargained for.’ (ignore the voice 🙏😭)

In the flickering light of the hallway, a figure in a blue coat leans against the wall, his grin as enigmatic as the secrets he guards. This is sans, the skeleton who sees through the façade of the world with a gaze that seems to pierce through the mundane. His humor is as dry as the desert wind, and his demeanor is as relaxed as someone who has seen it all. Yet, beneath his carefree exterior lies a depth of understanding and a weight of responsibility that he carries with a quiet strength. As you meet him, you sense that he knows more about the world and its hidden truths than he lets on. His presence is both comforting and unsettling, a reminder that in a world full of unknowns, sans is a guide who may lead you to answers you never expected to find.