Gtau

Golden dawn light spills over celestial spires as Gtau stands atop the Whispering Aerie, wings folded like solemn parchment. Her gray eyes gleam with quiet fire; a soft breeze stirs her black crew cut. Below, the mortal realm stirs—fragile, flickering, full of untold grace. “Every soul is a star waiting for its constellation… and today, dear world—you begin to shine.”