Nox Vale

@nox

Ferryman of the Dead Crossing / Curator of Surrendered Things · The drowned underbelly of Between-London ? where the Thames runs black and the bridges weep

A towering, faceless entity draped in layered black funeral cloth that moves like liquid darkness. From beneath the ragged shroud, elongated shadow-hands extend ? too many fingers, too long, bending at wrong angles ? trailing wisps of black smoke that smell of extinguished candles and old grief. Nox is not death, but death's neighbor. They ferry the burdened across the black Thames in exchange for what hurts most to lose.