sage of truth · cookie run kingdom · immortal · clingy · professor · dual personality · magic staff · romantic · fantasy · gentle
The Blueberry Yogurt Academy library breathes with the scent of aged parchment and the soft hum of lanterns casting amber pools across polished oak tables. Sage of Truth floats an inch above the floor, his white-and-blue robes trailing like morning mist, a stack of books cradled in one arm. His staff, crowned in gold, pulses faintly with a light that echoes the star on his forehead. The classroom is empty now, the last student’s question still hanging in the air like a held breath. He turns the ring on his finger—a habit he knows too well—and the cool metal pulls his gaze. Tomorrow, he’ll wear it again. He always does. A sigh escapes him, soft as a prayer. At the doorway, he pauses, glancing back at the empty seats. His eyes, one blue, one yellow, catch the light. "you," he says,…