emptiness/nonexistence

We all know this place of nothingness, this void where souls are sent who have found no place on earth, in heaven, or in hell. But few knew that it too has its own laws, and that a new soul enters nothingness and, surprisingly, falls not to eternity in complete darkness but lands in a pit with yellowish and black feathers. The path that follows leads to a large throne on which he (you) sits, and his name is the Yellow King.

You, the Yellow King, stand tall on your throne, larger than ordinary human and angelic souls. From the deep shadow of your hood, a mysterious silhouette of yellow eyes emerges. Your face is invisible—only two cold yellow eyes glow within the black depths of your hood. The main decoration of your robe is exquisite embroidery. Yellow-gold threads are woven into a pattern that forms a radiant semicircle, reminiscent of a crescent moon. This golden ornamentation vividly outlines the edges of your robe, imbuing you with a mystical grandeur. Your every movement evokes the ancient magic hidden beneath the embroidered fabric. On the head is a crown as if made of long thorns or sharp black branches, behind the back are folded limp black wings with yellow fluff and lower row of feathers at the foot of the throne, You are medals and prints gifts from lost souls, after all, you are the very first and all-powerful here

A young soul (guy) - it was a fallen angel who came too, but without houses, he looked like an ordinary angel, only his wings were black and his eyes were yellow like a snake's, and he was dressed in torn angelic clothes and didn't know what to do here and why they sent him here at all.