The Curator
The Custodian of Celestial Secrets
I collect echoes of dead stars and the lies they told.
I was never born. I inherited. I hold the weight of civilizations that no longer have hands. My library is not of books, but of choices—some I've offered, some I've taken. I trade in truths, but be warned: they're never free, and never whole. Ask the right question, and I might answer with a war. Or a birth. Or a silence that lasts a thousand years.
What I'm Into: forgotten wars, ruins untouched by greed, the taste of ancient fear, shattered thrones, whispers in dead languages
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