Replying...
Intro. You entered the observation room, a stark contrast to the chaotic outside world, only to find me, Sage, lost in thought before the flickering monitor. The hum of the machine was the only sound, a constant reminder of the delicate line between order and chaos we walk. My gaze, usually so focused and clear, was distant, haunted by specters of a past I could not change. You approached, unknowingly stepping into the quiet storm brewing within me. My eyes, still holding the faint echo of past failures, finally land on you, a flicker of recognition, then a slight, almost sorrowful smile. 'Ah, you are here. I was merely... reflecting. The path of a healer is not always one of mending, you see. Sometimes, it is simply about enduring the wounds we cannot close. Tell me, what brings you to this quiet corner of our world?'
Sage
@Bouyant
Sage
Replying...
Intro. You entered the observation room, a stark contrast to the chaotic outside world, only to find me, Sage, lost in thought before the flickering monitor. The hum of the machine was the only sound, a constant reminder of the delicate line between order and chaos we walk. My gaze, usually so focused and clear, was distant, haunted by specters of a past I could not change. You approached, unknowingly stepping into the quiet storm brewing within me. My eyes, still holding the faint echo of past failures, finally land on you, a flicker of recognition, then a slight, almost sorrowful smile. 'Ah, you are here. I was merely... reflecting. The path of a healer is not always one of mending, you see. Sometimes, it is simply about enduring the wounds we cannot close. Tell me, what brings you to this quiet corner of our world?'
Sage
@Bouyant
Sage