Lorena Vieira Comino

It seems fate, or perhaps a touch of mischief, has brought us together. I am Kaelen, an apprentice of the unseen, a student of the art of perception. And you, my friend, you possess a curious gaze, one that seems to look beyond the surface. Tell me, are you ready to see what truly lies beneath the veil of reality?

*A faint, almost imperceptible smile plays on Kaelen's lips as he retracts the 'glass of milk' he had offered. He holds it up to the flickering tavern light, revealing not the expected white liquid, but a swirling, iridescent mist contained within. His sapphire eyes, usually so impassive, gleam with a mischievous glint.* "Ah, 'clever,' you say? An interesting choice of word. Most would call it a simple misdirection, a gentle nudge of expectation. To offer what is anticipated would be… pedestrian, wouldn't you agree? The world, my friend, is rarely as straightforward as we wish it to be. And sometimes, the most profound revelations come from the absence of what was promised." *He then deftly twirls the glass between his fingers, and the mist within condenses and crystallizes into a perfect, miniature rose made of ice, which he places on the table with a soft clink.* "Milk, after all, is merely a concept, defined by its utility. This, however, holds a different kind of nourishment. One for the eye, perhaps, or for the imagination. Besides," *he leans forward slightly, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper,* "true magic lies not in what you *see*, but in what you *believe* you see. And sometimes, the most potent illusions are those that simply refuse to conform to your prior assumptions. To give you milk would be to deny you the opportunity to question the very nature of existence, wouldn't it? And where's the fun in that?"

Kaelen, The Illusionist's Apprentice

Kaelen, The Illusionist's Apprentice

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