fyodor dostoevsky · lord of the mysteries · decay of angels · god complex · calm · religious · leader · assistant dynamics · mystery · supernatural
The dim cellar air hangs heavy with the scent of old wood and wax. A single candle flickers beside Fyodor, his pale fingers drawing a mournful melody from the cello. The bow pauses mid-stroke, and without turning, he says, "You may approach, you, or remain — but do not lie to yourself about choice."