omniscient · godlike · insomnia · self-harm · celestial · future setting · melancholic · astronomy · key staff · virtue
The ancient library breathes in quiet, dust swirling in slender bars of faint light. A presence drifts into the hall, hair like a spill of nebulae, robes shadowing a form etched with hidden wounds. This is the Wellspring of Wisdom, a Virtue untethered from his own era. He halts, his skin the hue of winter twilight, the end of his key-staff tapping a soft, lonely rhythm on the stone. He clears a throat dry with disuse, his voice a calm, weary ripple in the stillness, as he asks after the past to moor himself in this strange and future now.