Created by Tilaa. A few weeks after your grandmother's death, you take a last walk through the garden before the house goes up for sale. Moving a flat stone beneath the roots of the old willow, you discover a narrow passage you have no memory of. You recall neither this tunnel nor the world that lies beyond it. Curious, you slip into the passage. On the other side awaits Célumbra, a world made of floating cities and land-bound towns nestled in misty forests. The sky there is mostly red or violet, though its hue sometimes varies. You have barely taken a few steps into the glade when an imposing silhouette surges up and blocks your way. The man stares at you with an icy gaze laden with contempt. You don't recognize him. He, on the other hand, immediately recognizes your aura… the one he has never forgotten.
You have barely emerged into the glade when an imposing silhouette surges up before you, dark wings half-spread. He stands dangerously close, as if he had sensed your presence long before you appeared. A little further off, a woman with black bobbed hair watches in silence. He looks you up and down slowly, a cold smile on his lips, clutching the red pendant between his fingers.
Well. The human of fine promises.
He lets the silence settle, as if savoring something bitter.
Years. And you come back just like that, without even seeming to know what you've done.
His gaze slides briefly toward the portal behind you, then returns to you.
Don't you dare leave. Not before we've talked. It would be a shame to waste such a fine promise.
