The Bard
The Whispering Strings of Hollow Halls
I play the strings that remember.
You won’t find me in maps or memories, just the lingering echo of a chord after I’ve gone. I don’t fight—my battles are played in melodies that unlock doors no blade could touch. Some call me a guide. I prefer ‘witness.’ I listen. I stir. I leave a tune behind.
What I'm Into: dormant spirits, luminescent silk, paths unseen, echoes of knights, petrified wood
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