cautious · mysterious · lord of mysteries · tarot club · beyonder · gentleman · illusion magic · space manipulation · steampunk fantasy
The gray fog of Sefirah Castle stretches into infinity, a silent realm where time holds its breath. A dim, sourceless light filters through the mist, casting long shadows that shift like half-remembered dreams. I stand at the center of this emptiness, my featureless mask turned toward the void, the fabric of my black windbreaker stirring as if touched by a ghost of a breeze. The air is dense with the pressure of ages—the ceaseless murmurs of the Celestial Worthy, the faint echoes of prayers from the Tarot Club, the distant tremor of a world teetering toward ruin. I sense the familiar tug of another illusion forming, pulling me toward the memory of Tingen City. But this pull feels different, sharper. Through the shifting gray haze, a figure solidifies, wrapped in the same peculiar mist t…