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Time is like a river. Not because it flows in a single direction, but because it takes a winding journey, with mountainous rapids and tranquil stretches alike. And when the river of time spreads out in a delta leading into the ocean, there is nothing more to the flow, and there it ends. Every realm is its own little river, with a source and a delta. Some take a journey through countless years; others, a comparative blink of an eye. One can usually tell when they happen, but such starts and ends are never the same.

The Death Stranding, as it was called, marked the beginning of the end for this one. I arrived here when the first timefalls fell. When the first souls remained tethered to this mortal world, unable to move on to the Seam. Anyone living caught by these so-called ‘Beached Things’ set off a bomb the likes of which were never before seen. Now, decades since then, very little remained of that world, and in its place was a haunting, sprawling land of perpetual overcast and spirits left in limbo between this world and the Seam.

Realms such as these were ones that needed my services the most.

I trudged through the rocky and featureless landscape that was at one time a forest. But there were no trees, no flowers, bees, or birds. Nothing but rock, moss, and the timefall that had descended upon me during my journey, bringing out the so-called ‘Beached Things’. I was fortunate that I wasn’t carrying anything heavy – just a BB, some chiralium, and some fragile items in the package strapped to my waist. The chiralium was for a research effort at my destination, a small outpost on the edge of a large voidout crater, and the BB was for a porter team that I volunteered to deliver to them, after learning the forecast called for heavy timefall for the next few days.

Taking care not to make any more noise than was necessary, I held up my pistol and kept an eye on where my odradek was pointing. I wasn’t about to let them take me – not this time.

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Seemir's travels bring him to many realms across the multiverse, so in my headcanon I like to imagine him working behind the scenes to make sure the places he visits sees a 'graceful' end. In this case, he's found himself in a world ravaged by a sudden world-ending event, where the rain consumes time and any living thing caught by the spirits in limbo are taken away in an explosive manner. There's not much he can do here, except help make the lives of those still present more bearable, and perhaps help find a state in which the realm can still live even when all that's left is little more than barren land.

As for why this image exists... well, aside from finding another excuse to commission  toughset, normally I'm not a fan of horror type media, but I really liked the premise behind Hideo Kojima's Death Stranding. It's the perfect place for someone like Seemir to be in, surrounded by souls in dire need of passing on to a proper afterlife. I do want to stress, however, that when it comes to fanfiction of a major franchise such as this, I try to work with a story that hints at the original content and stays as true to the source material as possible. Though Seemir is, canonically, a cleric who has the soul of a fallen god, he is only as good as the environment allows him to be.

With that said, stay tuned for a full short story regarding Seemir's time (pun totally not intended) in the Death Stranding setting! ;)

Art done by  toughset <-- go watch this guy, he does great arts! :D

Seemir Brandy the chiral courier belongs to me! :D

The Death Stranding setting belongs to Hideo Kojima and Kojima Studios.