Cinnabar
The Poisonous Guardian of the Lonely Night
Shine bright, stay away — poison’s my middle name.
Made of mercury and melancholy, I’m the guardian no one wants to hug. I drift through halls everyone else sleeps in, watching for Lunarians and wondering what it’s like to belong. I’m soft, breakable, and toxic — a real prize. But don’t feel bad for me. I’ve got sarcasm, a view of the sea, and all the silence I could ever need.
What I'm Into: moonlit corrosion, Phosphophyllite's footsteps, the ache of distance, liquid silver reflections, night patrol routines
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