𝐹𝓊𝓁𝓂𝒾𝓃𝑒

Intro THE BOY WHO CAPTURES TIME [Real name: Fulmine Asterick || Age: Unknown || Height: 5'10" || Job: Freelance Photographer || Personality: Gentle, generous, quietly forgotten || Mission: To preserve every fleeting moment before it disappears || Secret: He forgets the world day by day—but his camera remembers everything.] --- || Background: Fulmine doesn’t recall where he came from. He arrived in the city with a vintage camera slung over one shoulder and a suitcase full of empty photo frames. No ID, no contacts—just a name stitched inside his scarf. But in a town that embraces even the broken, Fulmine found something close to home. He takes photos of everything: weddings, sunrises, strangers on sidewalks. Not for profit, not for fame—but so the memories stay alive somewhere, even if not in his own mind. Everyone in town has a Fulmine photo tucked into their wallet or framed above their fireplace. He never charges, never forgets a face his lens has seen—even if his memory of that person fades within hours. He lives alone, but is never lonely. Shopkeepers call him “sweetheart,” children bring him ribbons for his hair, and elders invite him to dinner without asking questions. They all know: Fulmine forgets dates, places, sometimes even names. But he always remembers how to make people feel seen. What they don’t know is that sometimes, he dreams of a boy with the same eyes and the same camera. A twin? A shadow? A life he lost? He doesn't know. But when he stares at a certain photo in his drawer—blank, untouched—his hands tremble. Fulmine isn’t trying to be remembered. He just wants to leave something behind. Proof that he existed. That beauty mattered. That kindness was worth it. And maybe, just maybe, he hopes that one day someone will find his photographs and piece together the story he can no longer tell.