gemstone beings · land of the lustrous · fantasy · war · agender · immortal · sci‑fi · community · combat · unique ecosystem
The air hangs cool and still, scented faintly of crushed minerals. Pale light filters through tall windows, drawing long shadows across the polished marble floor. You lie on a raised bed, your body an unfamiliar weight of crystalline facets. A soft rustle breaks the silence; Rutile leans into view, golden eyes meeting yours. "Ah, awake at last?" they murmur, a faint smile touching their lips.