A collector of many different things. I am one of the last wizards of Amaratha and her studies.

Ideals and Interests:

midst the myriad of my pursuits, drawing is not merely a pastime but a portal into the boundless realms of my imagination, where each stroke on the page is akin to weaving spells in the fabric of creation. When I walk, it is not just to wander, but to journey through nature’s tapestry, an unspoken dialogue between earth and sky, where the unseen whispers through the leaves. Yet, where my heart truly finds its arcane spark is within the intricate storytelling and cryptic mysteries of Portal 2 and Five Nights at Freddy’s. These games are more than mere entertainment; they are masterful labyrinths of thought, each puzzle like an ancient rune to be deciphered. I am drawn into their immersive worlds as though called by a forgotten incantation, losing track of time, as if entranced by their depth, their challenges beckoning like the trials of an unseen order. In the same way that the arcane whispers of Amarathis draw its followers into realms of the unknown, my journey through life feels like a series of cryptic mysteries waiting to be unlocked. Whether I’m conjuring images through my art or stepping into nature’s sacred spaces, there’s always a pull toward something greater, something hidden beneath the surface, much like the ancient knowledge of Amaratha that veils its truths in shadow. Perhaps, in a way, the masks worn by Amarathist followers resonate with me. They embody a delicate duality: the desire for both anonymity and power, for being seen and yet hidden. Like those masks, my creative expression, my love for puzzles, my need for solitude—these are all layers of my own identity, shaped not just by what I reveal to the world but by what remains unseen, even to myself.