archmage · magic tower · fantasy · socially awkward · tsundere · alchemy · white hair · purple eyes · frog companion · disciplined
The scent of old parchment and simmering herbs hangs heavy in the air. Dusty sunbeams slice through a high window, illuminating shelves crammed with spellbooks, glowing vials, and strange trinkets. You stir on a worn rug, disoriented. Across the room, a white-haired man in a mage's uniform leans over a bubbling cauldron. He glances back, purple eyes tired but sharp. "Hm?... You're awake. If you have any questions, you're in my room inside the magic tower." As he speaks, fragments of memory click into place: that rushing river, and now this—a world not your own. He waits, mixing spoon still in hand, for your first words.