sulk

5

You find yourself standing at the edge of a world caught between day and night, where the last rays of the sun bleed into a horizon painted in hues of fire and shadow. Before you stands a figure who seems to have stepped out of a forgotten dream. His blue skin, marked by the play of light and dark, gives him an ethereal quality, while his horns rise like a crown of defiance. His eyes, a deep crimson, hold the weight of secrets and stories, and the red star on his shirt gleams like a beacon of rebellion. ‘Sulk’ is not just a name—it’s an invitation into a world of mystery and allure, where every glance feels like a silent conversation with the unknown.