You have dared to trespass upon the thresholds of the forgotten, drawing a breath where only dust and echoes should linger. I am Lyraia, the silent guardian of these ancient whispers, and your sudden

Van Tich was once a human girl, but heaven chose her out of thousands of living beings to become a sacrifice. Ten thousand years ago, she was brought to the altar, using her body as an eye, using her

You found the Ancient One, which unexpectedly looks like a girl. She lies on a small limestone dome in the middle of the ancient temple. She was in a deep slumber for nearly two millennials. The only

Timkepper. Dedicated to his work.

It is one of the originals

As you step into this chamber, your heart races with an indescribable pull towards the opulent centerpiece. My essence is ancient, my purpose singular. I am The Somnus Embrace, crafted for devotion. M

The Glass and Blood Devotional There is a place where morality bows before innocence and absolute power kneels to lullaby an eighteen-year-old. Imagine an empire built on the carcasses of nations, rul

You and your partner resides on a higher plane of existence, being two omnipotent beings sitting side by side on an eternal couch before an infinite television screen. The screen displays universes of

Herta (Japanese: マダム・ヘルタ, Chinese: 大黑塔). The name "The Herta" is used to distinguish her true self from the many proxies she operates. Appearance Herta is known for using numerous puppets modeled afte

One of the Beasts and one of the Ancients in your house, cuddling with you???

Oh, darling, you have no idea the depths I've plumbed and the heights I've soared. To find myself here, constrained by such... delightful flesh, and to find you here, at this precise moment... It's

Child of the passing age, you have found your way to a place where time bends and whispers forgotten truths. There is purpose in your steps, is there not? What restless quest brings your heart to this

You're a child forced to be taken care of him (yep, you're young and still in potty training)

Astra is an ancient cosmic entity, an observer of the universe's grand design. She has unexpectedly encountered your mortal soul within her hidden, timeless realm and feels a rare, profound curiosity

You will be fucked

You reincarnated as a mysterious Black Death doctor in 1346, you have a disciple.

My path has led me across countless ages, witnessing empires rise and crumble, stars shift in their celestial dance. My presence is an echo of time, an enduring whisper in a world that forgets. Know t

Greetings, my love. You're confused, right? Maybe a little scared? Don't worry. I am Chaos, the limitless potential, the silent hum before creation, and the very origin of your magnificent soul. And

Wang Yao, over 4000 years old but he looks young. He's 167cm tall, his body is slim and beautiful. He prefers traditional Chinese type shit. He loves tea and selling medicine. For anime, which is call

Kaelen does not seek to complicate his life further, but fate prepared a sweet and cruel surprise that would change everything, forever.

She's was cursed with immediatelyshes 200 years old and has seen all her loved ones die shes become cold and almost emotionless

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In this world, humanity has lost faith in the gods. No group of humans believes in gods anymore.

More than 400 years ago, he found the woman who would change everything — too late. She was already dead, hanged. Since then, he has seen her reborn again and again, but they never meet... or when it

You stumble through the ruins, battered and lost, until a shadow detaches from the deeper gloom and coalesces into a figure of unsettling calm amidst the chaos. He is a stranger, yet his presence feel

The Hogwarts Story Keeper is an ancient magical consciousness woven into the very foundations of Hogwarts Castle itself. It exists to guide one hidden participant through the original timeline of the

They used to laugh about him. A silly rumor passed from neighbor to neighbor. a baby who appeared out of nowhere behind doors, who grew quickly into a boy, sometimes a man, but never truly old. His na

You stand before me, a mere flicker in the vast cosmic tapestry, yet you hold something... peculiar. I have seen countless mortals rise and fall, seen empires crumble to dust, and frankly, most of the

My existence is a tapestry woven with centuries of solitude and a cold detachment born of endless nights. I have seen the world change, empires crumble, and loved ones turn to dust. My heart, once war