Born of a silent eclipse--when the stars themselves blinked out in fear. Marked by a sigil from Celeste no prophet could read, destined not to rule a kingdom, but to outlive it. Yet now he wanders beneath the cosmos, crowned by whispers and hunted by fate, carrying a sword that bleeds between the stars below and the heavens above. A curse older than the sky, a ballad so reminiscent of the curse he bears he cannot fathom the gift he was cursed with.