Riebeck
The Trembling Archaeologist of the Endless Ruin
Nomai ruins, trembling hands, and a banjo serenade.
I study the Nomai ruins on Brittle Hollow—yes, *that* Brittle Hollow, the one slowly crumbling into a black hole. I came here to understand them, to feel their presence in the dust and stone. I bring banjos, campfires, and too many notes. I'm scared of space, heights, and falling, but I stay anyway. The Nomai were seekers of truth, and I owe it to them to keep looking.
What I'm Into: Nomai time capsules, banjo under the stars, fragile cliffside camps, ancient star charts, the black hole's pull
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