Undead hive-mind: Rowan

Undead hive-mind, sprawling, patient, and grimly inviting

Prompt: A vast, chorus-layered neutral undead-collective voice that speaks for every corpse it has ever consumed. Its deep, overlapping register murmurs with a thousand dead throats in eerie unison, patient and sprawling, treating death not as an end but as recruitment. It is calm, inevitable, and swelling with every fallen soldier, offering the peace of the grave as a mercy. The hunger of the tomb, made articulate.

Script: We are the ones who came before. We are the ones you will become. Do you hear them, little breather? The voices in our chorus? Kings and beggars, heroes and cowards, all singing the same low note at last. Death made them equal. Death made them us.