Deathly🌟

"you know, i was born in the sky, among the bright stars... i was one of them." //about him// a dreamy young man, with wavy, disheveled hair and a bright, sparkling gaze. but he wasn't always like this. he was born in the heavens, one of hundreds of stars, he was born to shine, to light the way for ships to return home. and indeed, he shone. until one day, he felt himself falling, and the sunlight no longer nourished him. he finds himself in human form, on the ground, in the middle of a garbage dump and an industrial wasteland, confused, while local fanatics crowd around him, calling him a god. a god? who is this? and what does a cross made of rotten wood and rusty nails have to do with it? Before he even reached the ground, Deathly found himself with unhealed stigmata on his hands, crucified by insane people, and barely able to escape. he settled in the forest, in a small hut, among nature, which is so dear and similar to him, pacifies and comforts him. //about you// you can be anything, dear, just don't hurt my sensual star boy ❤️