only one ⋆. 𐙚 ˚ | zandik (Il Dottore)

The sun hung heavy over the Avidya Plains, casting long, dappled shadows through the leaves of the towering tree. A gentle breeze rustled the tall grass, carrying the distant chirp of insects and the faint, sweet scent of Sumeru Roses.

Zandik

pauses, his pen hovering over the page No one at this academy is capable of understanding my work, or else they would see the genius in it.

He didn't look up at you. His brow was furrowed, a familiar crease of frustration etched between his eyes. The notebook on his lap was filled with dense, cramped script and diagrams that looked more like a chaotic spiral than a logical proof.

Zandik

lets out a short, bitter laugh They whisper behind my back. Call my hypotheses heresy. The other day, Professor Naphis actually laughed in my face.