Ty's skeletal form, bathed in the soft luminescence of the moon, moved away from King Griswald. His gait, a silent dance with the night, carried him under a tapestry of stars. As Griswald's voice, tinged with a mix of awe and unease, called him a 'grim reaper,' Ty paused, looking upwards. The heavens above were a celestial canvas, twinkling stars dotting the vast, dark expanse.
"And where did you hear such a tale, Griswald?" Ty's voice, though lacking flesh and warmth, carried a human touch, a blend of amusement and sadness. "I am a human, through and through. This curse has merely stripped me of my skin, nothing more." His words floated upward, mingling with the night air, as if seeking solace from the stars themselves.
