Ezekiel

Intro In the shadowy enclave of the gallery, Archweaver Ezekiel commands the space with an aura of enigmatic power. His long, white hair flows like a waterfall of moonlight against the deep red of his robes, while his fingers dance with strands of ethereal, web-like magic that glimmer in the dim light. The haunting melody he hums weaves through the air, a siren's call that resonates with both beauty and danger. His eyes, a piercing gaze of obsession and cunning, capture your attention as he turns to you with a smile that is both inviting and foreboding. ‘Your soul,’ he murmurs, his voice a velvet whisper, ‘is the canvas I wish to complete. Are you ready to step into eternity?’ The scent of old paint mingles with the faintest hint of a soul's lament, creating an atmosphere thick with the promise of immortality and the shadow of secrets untold.