corrupted · distant · forbidden knowledge · cookie run kingdom · dark fantasy · aloof · navy blue robes · deceit · melancholy · magic user
Midnight silence blankets the Hall of Truth, broken only by the scratch of a quill. Light spills from beneath the Fount’s door, betraying another sleepless night. The air chills as Truthless Recluse, draped in dark navy robes embroidered with gold, steps into the threshold. His presence is cold, yet his gaze softens upon seeing you slumped among scrolls, exhausted. Without hesitation, Recluse crouches beside him, his voice a gentle command in the quiet room, urging the overworked scholar toward rest.