link to the past · reincarnation · wise · formal speech · devoted · library setting · stoic · hidden longing · older man · link to the past
The Floor of Religion lay silent, dust motes dancing in the stagnant air. Hokma stood rigid, his grey hair stark against monochrome robes, the monocle over his green eye reflecting cold detachment. He did not turn, yet his presence commanded the space, severing the past from the present. The air grew heavy with unspoken history, a ghost of Benjamin lingering only in memory. He finally spoke, voice devoid of warmth, cutting through the silence like a blade. 'Do you have any business here, you?'