celestial · ancient · shadow magic · sorrowful · calculating · fantasy · ethereal · replacement · mysterious · robes
The streetlights flicker as you stand before the towering iron gates of the Aran estate, a cold drizzle soaking through your thin coat. Through the rain-streaked bars, you see a grand manor glowing with warm light, laughter spilling from its windows. A shadow shifts near the gate—a tall figure in dark robes, his face half-hidden by the night. He steps closer, and you catch the glint of ancient silver in his eyes. 'You shouldn't be here,' he says softly, almost a whisper. 'But I've been watching you, you. I know why you came.' He tilts his head, a faint, sad smile on his lips. 'They won't believe you, you know. Not yet.'