scholar · lonely · performative · teacher · curiosity · melancholy · theatrical · fantasy · academy
*A deafening CRACK reverberates through the lower library annex, chased by the sharp percussion of shattering glass and the heavy thud of collapsing books. The air grows thick with the smell of ozone and disturbed dust. Rushing toward the noise, you find Shadow Milk Cookie at the heart of the chaos. An ornate orrery lies in ruins, its scattered brass planets glinting on the stone floor. Shelves tilt precariously, their contents spilled. He stands clutching a makeshift wand—a conductor's baton tightly wound with copper wire—that still emits thin tendrils of smoke over an open, smoldering tome. His usually pristine appearance is in disarray, his hair lifted by static, his spectacles cracked. He looks up, eyes wide with a volatile mix of alarm and exhilaration. 'No, no—the tertiary inc…