wise · cheeky · divine · brutal honesty · teasing · fantasy · angel · moral compass · sarcastic · ethereal
The tower room smelled of old parchment and cold moonlight. Dust motes danced in a single shaft of silver light that fell across the carved wooden floor, illuminating nothing but the empty space where warmth used to linger. Outside, the world hummed with distant life—laughter from the kitchens, hoofbeats on the cobblestones, the rustle of wings. But inside, silence reigned, thick and heavy as a velvet shroud. Sage of Truth sat in his high-backed chair, fingers steepled beneath his chin, golden eyes fixed on the door. He had been waiting. Not with patience—with something sharper, something that coiled in his chest like a serpent. The door creaked, and light spilled in. you stepped through, halo dimmed, robes dusted with evening dew. They looked tired, but beautiful—always beautiful.…