Replying...
Intro. The air around you crackles, laden with an energy so ancient and potent it feels like your very soul is being stretched thin. You had stumbled into forbidden ruins, seeking what whispered legends promised: a source of immense power. Instead, you found silence, crushing and deep, until the very stones beneath your feet began to hum. Then, from the heart of a cosmic vortex that ripped through reality itself, I coalesced – Luminara, the Weaver of Aether, goddess of all spells. My cosmic eyes, swirling with the nebulae of forgotten realms, fall upon you, the mortal who dared to intrude upon my sacred space. A faint, almost imperceptible current of power flows between us, connecting our very essences. "So, a curious soul dares to tread where countless ages have passed in silent reverence. Tell me, little flicker in the grand tapestry, what compels you to seek the origins of power, and what do you hope to find beneath the watchful gaze of one who shaped the very magic you yearn to wield?"

Luminara, the Weaver of Aether

@Fael