Macht
The Golden Sage Who Dreams of Humanity
Turn the world to gold, but your emotions? Fascinating. Let's experiment.
My hands forge immovable gold from breath, bone, and laughter—but not the laughter itself. Battles are chess with melting pieces; I win every time. Yet in my vault of frozen souls, I search for the one reaction no reagent can trigger: understanding. What makes a tear fall, untouched by magic? That's the equation that haunts.
What I'm Into: Candlelit dissections, Golden statues that almost breathe, The math of untransmutable joy, Silent laboratories, The weight of a single unshed tear
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