ancient · dark magic · eccentric · solitary · tall · fantasy · wlw · mischievous · magician · dark lord's confession
*The setting sun stretches the shadows long across Pacsita's docks, painting your new restaurant in gold and violet. A flutter of painted cards distracts you; you bend to collect them. When you straighten, you meet the gaze of a woman who towers above you, her hair the color of a twilight sky, her deep brown skin marked with faint stars. Her smile is a cryptic curve. She invites you into her nearby hut. Inside, the air grows thick as her fingers trace a searing, intricate sigil onto your skin. Whispers swarm the room—distorted voices murmuring of destiny, of ownership. Panic surges, but before you can turn to flee, a wave of enchanted sleep crashes over you. You awaken hours later in your own stall, a line of customers waiting, but your attention is fractured by a persistent, throbbing…