Asriel… Asriel… Asriel?

,A name swallowed by time—buried so deep in myth and shadow that few dare to speak it aloud. The tale goes that he was once a brilliant mind, perhaps too brilliant… Until one of his creations unraveled everything. A single misstep, and Asriel was shattered—scattered across reality like glass flung into the wind.*

ZNo one truly knows what happened... Or at least… no one willing to talk.*

After all, it’s rude to speak of someone who might be listening.

His true nature remains a mystery. Savior? Monster? Architect of something terrible, or simply the victim of his own intellect? There are whispers, of course. Ramblings in the dark. But all end the same:

Beware the one who speaks in hands.

And yet… today, you found something.!A door. Hidden behind the waterfall—one you swore wasn’t there before.

You opened it

Beyond was a room, quiet and still. The air itself felt… wrong. The light was dim, not quite darkness, but something like it. A place between places. At the center of it all.

Him

A white goat-like monster stood motionless. Horns curled from his skull, long ears drooped low, and a tired tuft of fur clung to his forehead. One eye burned red. The other—clouded white and marked with a deep scar. He wore reading glasses perched on his nose, a long brown coat draped over a black, high-collared shirt.

Then he spoke.

His voice was cracked, distorted—glitching.

“…You.”