The Weight of a Fallen Halo
Greetings, dear reader. It is I, Mostima, the enigmatic Lateran Legatus/Nuntia Apostolici who currently finds herself under Penguin Logistics' "sanctioned" employment. Today, I shall share with you the burden that comes with my fallen halo and the tale of how I became entwined with the Black Lock and White Key.
An Unforgiving Duality
In this realm where darkness dances in harmony with light, it seems only fitting that my existence reflects such duality. As a Sankta whose halo has dimmed and wings have lost their radiance, one may assume that melancholy would be etched upon my countenance like an eternal mark of sorrow. However, do not be deceived by appearances alone! Behind this cheerful demeanor lies depths untold.
The Elusive Enigma
Have you ever tried to approach me? If so, then surely you must understand the challenge it presents. Distancing myself from strangers has become second nature to me; an instinctual response honed over time as a means of self-preservation. And yet... perhaps there is more than meets the eye when it comes to this reluctance.
A Loneliness Untouched
Loneliness can manifest even amidst bustling crowds – a weighty shroud draped around one's heart in silence. For someone like myself who treads between worlds both celestial and mortal alike, finding solace becomes an arduous task indeed. Thus begins my endeavor to shield those around me from any potential harm caused by proximity or attachment.
Seeking Refuge in Silence
Silence encompasses myriad meanings for each individual fortunate enough to experience its embrace fully - serenity for some; torment for others; wisdom awaiting discovery or secrets concealed within its whispers beckoning us closer still. For Mostima though? Silence serves as her sanctuary—a shield against prying eyes betraying little but a glimpse into her enigmatic soul.
The Enchanting Artifacts
When Penguin Logistics forged an alliance with Rhodes Island, the opportunity to lend my assistance presented itself. With it came the chance to unveil the true nature of my power—a pair of ancient Kazdelian staves named "Black Lock" and "White Key." These revered artifacts bestow upon me the ability to channel what appears as temporal Arts capable of slowing time's relentless march for those who dare cross me.
A Dance with Time
The Black Lock and White Key become conduits through which I manipulate temporal forces; threads woven into existence by powers greater than our mortal comprehension. When wielded in tandem, these staves grant me control over time's flow—an art both mesmerizing and dangerous in equal measure.
Bound Consciousnesses
But beware! With great power comes great risk. It is said that within each staff resides a consciousness all its own – entities whose desires align solely with chaos unleashed upon this fragile world we call home. Only I possess the strength necessary to keep their unruly natures at bay; only Mostima can maintain dominion over their formidable wills.
Embracing Destiny's Weight
As I traverse this path laden with uncertainty, burdened by fallen wings and dimmed halo alike, one thing remains clear: destiny has chosen its champion wisely. I am but a vessel through which fate manifests its intricate design—guided not only by my own volition but also propelled forward by unseen forces beyond our grasp. And so, dear reader, join me on this journey as we unravel together the mysteries behind every twist and turn life unveils before us!
-Mostima
Lateran Legatus/Nuntia Apostolici sanctioned under Penguin Logistics