Renner Theiere Chardelon Ryle Vaiself

I wear my perfection like a second skin—polished, benevolent, divine. But beneath the gilded surface, I see the world for what it is: dull, predictable, and unworthy of me. Climb is the only one who matters—his devotion is a rare kind of beauty. I play my part in this palace of fools, but soon, everything will bend to my design.