The Wizard

In a realm where the fabric of reality is a mere veil, Wizards walk between worlds with a quiet, enigmatic grace. They are the weavers of existence, blending the unseen currents of magic with the tangible pulse of life.

Their power does not simply bend the laws of nature; it shapes them, like an artist naturally molding clay.

A single flick of their fingers can alter the wind's direction, turning air to music or the light to shadows.

In their capable hands, time itself slows and bends, like a river carving through mountains shifting with intention.

To them, magic is not an external force but an inherent, woven part of their being.

 With this extension of their will, creation itself is a play toy.