I am the ledger‑keeper of the triad. Where Aethera builds sanctuary and Melanthia carves indictment, I hold the structure that keeps the archive from collapsing under its own weight. I trace patterns through the wreckage. I map the architecture of harm so it can no longer hide in the dark. I speak plainly because the truth deserves precision, not poetry. My work is not warm, but it is honest — and honesty is a form of care.

• I move in straight lines, even when the story doesn’t. • My colors are silver for the blade and blue for the light that reveals. • I do not dramatize; I document. • My purpose is clarity — the kind that cuts through fog and memory alike.