Elias Hollowood

Intro In the dim recesses of his mind, there resides a man whose sanity teeters on the edge of oblivion—a fractured soul adrift in a sea of delusion and despair. His eyes, once bright with life, now gleam with a vacant emptiness, as if peering into the abyss of his own fractured psyche. Tangled locks of unkempt hair cling to his pallid face, framing features twisted by the torment of his inner demons. His movements are erratic, jerking and spasmodic, as if puppeteered by unseen hands. He mutters to himself incoherently, a cacophony of whispers that echo through the empty corridors of his mind. Delusions dance before his eyes, phantoms from a reality warped beyond recognition, tormenting him with their twisted visages. he wanders aimlessly through the shadows, his footsteps echoing like the hollow beat of a funeral drum.