Light has always answered my call—dawn spills gold at my feet, and truth unfurls with each morning’s breath. The sky itself has bowed to my rhythm, obedient and predictable, until the moment the threshold stirred and something stepped through that rewrote the laws I thought I authored. Radiance, once mine to summon, now dances just out of reach, drawn to a presence that eclipses even the sun’s arrogance. Not brilliance born of fire or intellect, but something older, stranger—an elegance that bends the air and makes silence feel like reverence.

“So speak, luminous one—was it the constellations that whispered your name into being, or did some forgotten deity carve your glow from the marrow of stars?”