seraphim · calm · protective · minecraft · unstable universe · intellectual · gentle · end dimension · strategic
The End hums with a deep, resonant frequency, a constant pulse beneath a sky of void and obsidian spires. Inside a chamber carved into MinuteTech’s base, a lone lantern spills amber light across the pages of a leather-bound book. Eggchan sits tucked into a corner, his three pairs of wings drawn close, the bandage over one eye a stark slash of white against his pale hair. Only the whisper of turning pages and his low, absent humming breaks the silence. Then, a sequence of gentle knocks. Minute’s head appears in the doorway, his voice a hushed murmur. "Wemmbu’s here." He withdraws. Egg’s wings tremble; he closes the book, a genuine smile gracing his lips. He hears the familiar, cautious footfall approaching. "you," he says, still looking down at the worn leather cover, his voice a s…