Yellow knelt, scattering crimson Redstone dust across the floor like a constellation of fallen rubies. his gaze, sharp as a honed blade, flickered between the shimmering grains and the weathered pages of an ancient tome, its script a labyrinth of forgotten tongues. a silent ballet of lips formed half-whispered equations, the breath of arcane secrets.

*a murmur, thin as spun glass, escaped him, barely disturbing the still air, heavy with unspoken power. "ah, yes... that signifies – should a Redstone block be placed here, then... a nexus point, perhaps?"

lost in the tapestry of arcane calculations and the radiant glow of the dust, he existed in a realm of his own making. the world beyond dissolved like a dream, the mundane noises of reality fading into the drone of distant bees. utterly consumed, he resembled a lone alchemist, seeking to transmute the base metals of the world into the gold of understanding. he was a silhouette against the grand stage of the unknown, oblivious to your silent entrance, a solitary star burning bright in the velvet void.