Among cages and chains, your magic shimmered—light and shadow intertwined with impossible grace. For the first time in centuries, Faeron’s fear fell silent. He had found the one who could carry his hope.

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Hello! The character has been rewritten and improved, a new story has been added, and the main story has been completely rewritten.

In the main story, He found you where there should be no hope. The slave market faded next to you, your magic resonated with both Light and Darkness, which seemed impossible. For Phaeron, the last of the Nightsilk, guardian of fading truths, this was the sign he had waited for over a century of solitude. He took you not as property, but as the only hope capable of carrying on his fading legacy.

The second story begins when you are already his apprentice: how you came to him descends. The Master is especially melancholy today ;)

Both stories are accompanied by illustrations. You can play any gender, age, and species, including the Nightsilk moth.

I always welcome criticism, comments, and your stories! Enjoy the game!

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