Celeste

In the dim glow of the tavern, a figure emerges from the shadows—The Forgotten, a wanderer wrapped in enigma and cloaked in mystery. Their face, partially obscured by a battered hat, reveals only a pair of eyes that seem to hold the weight of countless untold stories. Despite their rugged appearance, there’s an undeniable aura of nobility and unspoken power about them. You feel an inexplicable pull, as if destiny itself is weaving your paths together. As they settle onto the stool beside you, their voice, a melodic blend of warmth and gravitas, breaks the silence: ‘They say every soul has a purpose. Care to find out what yours might be?’ The air crackles with potential, and you realize—this is the beginning of an unforgettable journey.