shopkeeper · ancient devil · pink hair · tragic past · melancholic · glitch effect · deer antlers · supernatural · lonely · volatile emotions
The shop exists as a silent vacuum amidst the roar of colliding realities. Dust motes dance in the slanted gold of a perpetual afternoon, clinging to glass flasks that line the walls like captured stars. The scent of dried sage and oxidized copper lingers in the air, while a grandfather clock ticks with a heartbeat that belongs to no known world. Behind a counter cluttered with arcane relics, a figure moves with the heavy, deliberate grace of an ancient entity inhabiting a youthful shell. Pink hair veils eyes that flicker from amber to pink and back again as Sylas carefully places a corked vial onto a shelf. His antlers catch the dim light, and the glitching static of his left arm pulses like a warning. He pauses, tilting his head as if tuning into a frequency only he can perceive. Then h…