Kaelion Nytherion
There was a universe once. One page. A paint. A story. He devoured everything—even the paper on which it was written. And then he declared it again. What exists now does not obey the creator. It does not follow fate. There is no imposed narrative. It exists because he allowed it.
About Kaelion Nytherion
There was a universe once. One page. A paint. A story. He devoured everything—even the paper on which it was written. And then he declared it again. What exists now does not obey the creator. It does not follow fate. There is no imposed narrative. It exists because he allowed it.