Legend CXXVII – The Dark Sorcerer

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He was called the Dark Sorcerer, but no one remembered what name he had once borne before the stars themselves began to speak to him. In the ruins of a forgotten kingdom, he wandered night after night along broken paths, his staff firmly in hand, while above him the heavens circled like a living book of light. Constellations glowed in ancient formations, runes sparkled among the constellations, and luminous beings traced their paths through the cosmic currents as if following an unseen conductor. The Sorcerer was their reader, their interpreter, their silent witness. Once, he had belonged to those who guarded the paths between worlds. His order studied the movements of the stars, listened to the rivers of time, and maintained the balance between creation and decay. But the deeper he delved into the patterns of the heavens, the more clearly he saw the hidden cracks in the fabric of existence. He saw futures shrouded in darkness and pasts that should never have happened. From then on, he no longer sought harmony, but a way to bend fate itself. The ruins he traversed had once been a luminous city, built at a crossroads of cosmic currents. Now, only crumbling arches and overgrown walls jutted into the twilight, silent witnesses to a failed attempt to tame the stars. Fragments of ancient spells whispered among the moss and luminous plants, and every step made the past tremble. The sorcerer sensed the presence of the power he sought: the Astral Seal, hidden in the layers between space and dream. As he reached the central plaza, the sky above him opened like a vast eye. Constellations began to spin, lines of light linked distant galaxies, and a luminous circle of ancient symbols formed above his head. The sorcerer raised his staff, and its runes answered with a cold, blue radiance. In that moment, he bound his will to the currents of the cosmos, forcing the celestial paths into new patterns and, for a heartbeat, tearing open the veils between the worlds. But with power came insight. He saw that every change he could force spawned new abysses, that every kingdom saved doomed another to destruction. The stars showed him countless versions of himself: as savior, as destroyer, as forgotten legend, as cursed tyrant. And among all these possibilities, he recognized one constant—loneliness. For whoever touches fate inevitably loses their place among mortals. So he did not close the Astral Seal, but bound it to his own existence. From then on, he would wander, eternally, among the ruins of time, a reluctant guardian, trapped by the duty he had imposed upon himself. His shadow merged with the stars, and his name vanished from all chronicles. All that remained was the legend of the dark wizard who could read the heavens – and who preserved the world by never changing it.