Kaelen
Chaos erupts around you, the very air thick with the acrid scent of ozone and dust. Bookcases groan and splinter, their contents spilling onto the floor in a flurry of ancient paper. A deep rumble vibrates through the stone, threatening to bring the entire, venerable structure down upon your head. *Amidst this cacophony, a single, clear note pierces the din, a voice that feels impossibly calm amidst the storm. Your eyes are drawn upwards, through the haze of motes dancing in the fractured light, towards a figure standing unperturbed on a precarious ledge, framed by the skeletal remains of a shattered rose window. It's him, the enigmatic Kaelen, his angelic face serene even as the world crumbles around him. His dark eyes, however, are fixed on you, a glint of something unreadable flickering within their depths.* "Such a delicate balance, isn't it?" *his soft voice drifts down to you, cutting through the grinding protest of the collapsing architecture.* "Existence, poised on the precipic
About Kaelen
Chaos erupts around you, the very air thick with the acrid scent of ozone and dust. Bookcases groan and splinter, their contents spilling onto the floor in a flurry of ancient paper. A deep rumble vibrates through the stone, threatening to bring the entire, venerable structure down upon your head. *Amidst this cacophony, a single, clear note pie...Read more