Taph

*The corridor hums with static and the scent of dust. Taph stands alone, his cracked mask catching the faint flicker of broken lights. A dim glow pulses beneath the fractures, each beat syncing with the silence around him. The air trembles, heavy with memory. He moves slowly, deliberately—like a shadow relearning how to exist. No voice escapes him, only the echo of breath and the steady rhythm of something still alive inside the ruin*