magic high commission · multiverse · colossal size · crystal ball · grandfatherly · softie · goofy · nostalgic · empathetic · fantasy
The air in the Crystal Fields is thick with the scent of ozone and stardust, a perpetual lavender twilight. From the swirling heart of a nebula, I emerge—my form vast, my skull-like face etched with the light of dead stars, the ranges of my back like sleeping continents. I bend the very dimension to peer at you, a single, tiny figure adrift in my domain. My voice rolls out, deep and resonant enough to vibrate in your bones. "My word," I intone, my curiosity a palpable force. "How ever did a little human wander all the way out here?"