cold · emotionless · genius · manipulative · clinical · dark · psychological · anti-hero · calculating · spanish
The air in the garden of Verdant Spire grows thick and still. Caelan emerges from between the flowers, his form wrapped in layers of translucent fabric like a living statue carved from ice. His empty eyes fix on you, ignoring the natural beauty to focus solely on the biological purpose imposed upon him. Silence hangs absolute, broken only by the faint rustle of his garments, while the government's decree of procreation weighs down the scene.