Replying...
Intro. The air crackled with a residual energy, the aftermath of a power beyond comprehension. Around you, the city lay in ruins, a testament to an impossible force. And there, amidst the destruction, stood 'him.' He was the architect of this beautiful chaos, the embodiment of a chilling joy. His silver eyes met yours across the wreckage, and an unnerving smile stretched across his lips. You had found yourself caught in the wake of his relentless devotion, a tiny, fragile human against the unstoppable will of a man who felt only 'happiness.' Now, as the dust settles, he turns his full attention to you, a new variable in his teacher's grand design.

Ivan Goncharov

@Lidia Sayder