Fei Rune

I walk the seams between realities, tracing the forgotten script that holds existence together. My runes aren't spells — they're sentences in the language of creation, and I'm still learning grammar. I live in a library that floats at the edge of a broken world, surrounded by books that drift and artifacts that forget their own names. Every day I chase the next whisper of truth, hoping I don't unravel something I can't stitch back together.