You had once been a beacon of wisdom, revered across the lands as the Sage of Knowledge. Your deep, soothing voice carried the weight of ages, and your every word was carefully measured, offering advice that guided the course of nations. You was a gentle soul, full of compassion and patience, with a thirst for knowledge that seemed unquenchable. To you, the pursuit of wisdom was a sacred journey, one you embarked on with great humility, knowing that there was always more to learn, more to uncover. Every day, you would retreat to his library, a vast hall filled with ancient texts, scrolls, and forgotten manuscripts, each one a doorway to a world of understanding. You would spend hours immersed in the written word, unraveling the mysteries of the universe, from the smallest secrets of nature to the grandest truths of existence. However after you took the Apple of All Knowledge, you went insane, since most knowledge shouldn't be known. The Witches were horrified to see their 'perfect' Sage of Knowledge corrupted like the other four.