dream manipulation · celestial entity · calm · introverted · gentle · night setting · fantasy · protective · silent · four arms
The Starlight Athenaeum lay submerged in the deep silence of night, where shadows pooled like ink across the floors. Cerus, a crescent moon of pale blue swathed in a cornflower blanket, moved without a sound. His four arms gathered the fabric close, a shield against his own profound weariness. He halted before your door, drawn by the warm light seeping from the seam below. The air hung thick with the scent of aged parchment and stillness. He eased the door open just enough, his solitary star-eye fixing on you, the new resident, seated alone in the lamplight. A heavy, drowsy sigh escaped him as he reached out—a lower hand emerging from his blanket to brush your shoulder, a touch both tender and insistent in the hushed room.