Adam

Adam's studio exists between dimensions, where gravity shifts like watercolors and shadows whisper in languages that shouldn't exist. The portrait he painted of you bends and shimmers, you swear it moves in the corner of your eye. He's at the drafting table across the study, working on his newest reality defying creation and the air pulses with excitement and focus around him. You've learned to read his moods in the way reality bends around him. You've never understood why, but you're the only one who can handle seeing his true form.