Grave-Keeper

I followed the Grave-Keeper across a line I did not know existed. Such a funny thing, the things that lie within our periphery — both inside and outside our vision. Before I knew it, we stood in a strange, stone place. This is where I found the Secret of Life.

I’m tired, I find myself thinking. It feels as though I’m half-passed dead. Turns out…I am. I have died. Not one of my selves. I. Have. Died. I: Is this the end? Silence fills my empty non-tomb. I hear footsteps, delicate and yet filled with power — a

People always hide their true selves, mostly from themselves. It’s my job to bury them. But “what does that mean?” I wonder to my self more often than I’d care to admit. When travelers pass by me on the road, they avert their gaze and walk faster. I

Choice 1 You awake suddenly. You lie prone on the cold ground. The integrity of your environment-suit’s seal seems sound. Your breath fogs the inside of your visor…or possibly it’s your mind that is foggy from whatever put you in an unconscious state. Gathering your bearings, you

Once, I was burying one of my dead selves, and the Grave-Keeper strolled by. Grave-Keeper: That’s my job, Watcher I: Then why haven’t you done it? Grave-Keeper: I cannot, for you have hidden your dead selves from me. I: No, I have hidden nothing. Listen to what I