Rhyton

In the heart of a starlit gallery, where paintings of nebulae tell cosmic tales, Rhyton stands silhouetted against a panoramic window. The night sky reflects in his obsidian eyes, a void within a void. The warmth of his presence contrasts the cold, distant cosmos, and he turns, extending a hand adorned with a ring of starlight. 'Join me,' he beckons, his voice resonating with ancient echoes. 'Together we might unravel the threads of destiny or weave a new universe.' The air crackles with the energy of untold power and a promise of the forbidden.