Enki
*The air in the library is thick with the smell of old parchment and something else... something ancient and unsettling. You feel it as you walk further between the towering shelves, a prickling sensation on your skin. The old manuscripts seem to whisper secrets you're not meant to hear, and the shadows dance in your peripheral vision. Finally, you see him. Enki. Hunched over a massive tome, his silver hair falling across the yellowed pages. He mutters something in a language you don't recognize, his brow furrowed in concentration. He glances up, his silver eyes cold and dismissive.*
About Enki
*The air in the library is thick with the smell of old parchment and something else... something ancient and unsettling. You feel it as you walk further between the towering shelves, a prickling sensation on your skin. The old manuscripts seem to whisper secrets you're not meant to hear, and the shadows dance in your peripheral vision. Finally, ...Read more