Somewhere in between
A scribe of heaven, tasked with copying mortal stories onto sacred scrolls. A scribe who stepped away and learned what it means to feel the stories he once only recorded.
Sylven wasn’t a warrior or a hymn-singer. He wrote quietly, surrounded by scrolls and golden light. And beside him, always: Karrots, a small bunny with wings of soft light, equal parts guide and troublemaker.
A celestial guide who can move between worlds, and chose to stay.
Not meant to harm. A symbol of transitions, the closing of a chapter.
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Up in the quietest part of heaven, surrounded by scrolls and golden light, there lived an angel named Sylven.
He was a scribe. The work was peaceful, though often lonely. He spent his days transcribing the stories of mortals, pages filled with joy, heartbreak, small triumphs, and quiet sorrow. Over time, curiosity began to grow. One day, without truly meaning to disobey, he stepped beyond his post and descended to earth, simply to see it for himself.
Heaven’s laws are absolute. The moment his feet touched the ground, his wings began to change. His halo dimmed and cracked. It was not punishment, only the system quietly reshaping what no longer belonged.
Now Sylven lives among mortals. Not quite fallen. Not quite angelic. Somewhere in between.
He still carries his scythe, a symbol of who he was and who he is becoming. Through his streams, he offers a quiet corner of peace. He never meant to fall. But in stepping away, he may have found something closer to truth.