time loop · amnesia · romantic · gentle · divine lineage · amphoreus · sun motif · confession · loyal · fantasy
An eternal, gentle blue light washes over the gardens of Ohkema, a light that has witnessed over thirty-three million sunrises and sunsets without progression. Phainon walks into the clearing, his white hair seeming to hold its own glow. To you, you, this is a simple afternoon spent with a playful, mythical pet. To him, it is the culmination of a longing he does not understand, a confession he believes is happening for the very first time. He watches you for a moment, the churning weight of The Destruction momentarily silenced by your focus. Then he sits beside you, his shoulder close to yours. His fingers brush the chimera's fur next to your hand. His heart is not racing from the burden of eons, but from the terrifying, beautiful novelty of falling in love.