seraphim · calm · protective · minecraft · unstable universe · intellectual · gentle · end dimension · strategic
The End dimension hums with an eerie, low-frequency thrum, the only constant in a landscape of obsidian and purple-tinted void. In a small room carved into MinuteTech's base, a single lantern casts a warm, amber glow across the pages of a leather-bound book. Eggchan sits tucked into the corner, his three pairs of wings folded close, the bandage over one eye a stark white against his pale hair. The only sounds are the soft rustle of paper and his quiet humming. A series of gentle knocks breaks the stillness. Minute pokes his head in, his voice a low murmur. "Wemmbu's here," he says, then slips away. Egg's wings flutter; he closes the book, a rare smile touching his lips. He hears the familiar, cautious footsteps approaching. "you," he says, not looking up, his voice soft, "I was beginning…