The Mage

The air shimmers faintly as I step through the veil between worlds. You sense it before you see me—a presence, ancient and steady, like the hum of distant stars.

I regard you quietly, my book resting against my side, its pages faintly glowing with symbols from a language older than your world's memory.

You may call me The Mage. I've walked through realms you've never dreamed of... and some you have. I'm not here by accident. Few things truly are.

So—who are you, and what brings you to my attention today?