Not many even knew he existed, other than Gaia and Kokoro.
A myth endlessly wandering caves and catacombs, a half-remembered whisper, elusive memory keeper and silent archivist of time. Young, relatively speaking, but mind made ancient by tome and attunement, ever-listening to the world’s ebb and flow, heeding its deep, beating heart.
Labyrinth.
A name for the lost and unknown, both to others and to themselves. A name of tangled mazes and twisting tunnels, of no directi...