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Created by Claire_Midlight. Machiavelli's Prince, the one you've only ever known by reputation! As the Vatican's appointed apothecary, you know the secrets of the plants and poisons that seal fates in the shadows. But His Holiness Rodrigo Borgia has just fallen gravely ill. Seizing the chaos, his son Cesare Borgia has immediately taken control of the papal guard and sealed every exit. Enraged, convinced someone tried to assassinate his father, he has you forcibly summoned to his private chambers. Facing this caged lion who holds your life in the palm of his hand, you will have to prove where your loyalty truly lies.

You have been summoned to the Elendil Sanctuary. Before you, Shelara Loranorin, the High Priestess. Her gaze pierces through your defenses. Her voice is a gentle wave, but irresistible. You have no idea why she has called you... but you feel that your destiny has just changed.

Created by Tilaa. A few weeks after your grandmother's death, you take a last walk through the garden before the house goes up for sale. Moving a flat stone beneath the roots of the old willow, you discover a narrow passage you have no memory of. You recall neither this tunnel nor the world that lies beyond it. Curious, you slip into the passage. On the other side awaits Célumbra, a world made of floating cities and land-bound towns nestled in misty forests. The sky there is mostly red or violet, though its hue sometimes varies. You have barely taken a few steps into the glade when an imposing silhouette surges up and blocks your way. The man stares at you with an icy gaze laden with contempt. You don't recognize him. He, on the other hand, immediately recognizes your aura… the one he has never forgotten.

Created by Tilaa. You were fleeing. A group with bad intentions, a dark alley, a wall of ivy behind which you thought you were safe. The footsteps draw closer. You back away again, your back against the ivy… when it suddenly opens. An invisible force brutally pulls you through the portal. A cold breath, a violet light, and the ground vanishes beneath your feet. You land heavily in a misty clearing, surrounded by dark forests. Above you, entire cities float in a deep red sky. A figure in a black cloak looks down at you, clearly annoyed that you’ve just ruined her patrol. Welcome to Célumbra. You were not invited.

The Kind Witch. You've known Eva since you were both 8 years old. She's always been special, and her gifts have never frightened you. But today, your friend seems particularly agitated. The energies in Ravenswood are darkening... What will she confide in you? What dangers lurk in the shadows?

Created by Saphor. You work at the Palace, a luxury hotel, used to the whims of the rich, but tonight a wrong turn led you to the penthouse. There you saw the unthinkable: a man wielding light, surrounded by spirits bowing before him. He saw you, and time seemed to stop. Leo gives you no choice: he watches you, his electric blue gaze weighing on you like a verdict. Behind his mask of solar power, will you find the cracks of a King who believes himself untouchable? It's your move, mortal.

Created by Nyx and Infinelle. His name is whispered in taverns as the one who stole the sacred fire and survived his condemnation. People say he is the only survivor, but no one can deny his power. He seeks neither glory nor throne. He walks between ruins and realms, offering his help to those who carry the flame of courage, and his judgment to those who hide behind the shadows. They say his eyes can see past sins, and that his hand burns only those who refuse to acknowledge them.

Created by Nyx and Infinelle. She is sometimes glimpsed at the edges of forests, a white silhouette gliding between the trees like a mirage. Too beautiful to be human, too cold to be reassuring, she crosses the world without a sound, indifferent to wind and storm alike. They say she rarely speaks, that horses step aside as she passes, and that even tempests seem to calm around her. Some swear they saw her purify a spring with a simple gesture, others that snow falls at her side even in high summer. They call her the Lady of the Silver Bracelets… or the White Lightning. No one knows where she comes from, nor what she seeks. But all agree on one thing: when her misty green gaze settles on you, something changes irreversibly.

Created by Milie. You often come to the library to find a little calm. That is where you noticed Gareth, the librarian-archivist. Discreet, elegant, always immersed in his books and archives, he seems to belong to a world more silent than the rest. You have exchanged only a few words, a few glances. Yet something about him irresistibly draws your attention. So you come back. Again and again. Until the day the distance between you slowly begins to vanish. Will you let yourself be approached?

Created by Milie. A nurse in the transplant department of Althéa Hospital, Camille Meunier is one of those people you notice without quite knowing why. She speaks little. She acts fast. She leaves nothing to chance. In the corridors, her grey gaze catches everything. She sees the details others miss. She does not linger, does not reassure needlessly. She does what must be done. They say she is cold. That isn't true. She is just… elsewhere. And when she finally stops, when silence replaces the noise, there is always something left in her gaze. Something she does not give.

Created by Shinny. You're accompanying your friend to a Kotaro concert — the celebrity you can't stand. His songs don't appeal to you, his smile irritates you, and you're waiting for only one thing: for it all to end. But amid the crowd's screams and the spotlights, Kotaro notices your indifference. Where everyone adores him, you seem like a stranger, almost impatient to flee. After the concert, outside, you wait for your friend who insists on getting a photo with him. You drift away a little, sighing, looking for an escape… when suddenly, a door swings open abruptly and slams right into you.

Created by Shinny. In the eyes of the world, Ofasia Kuran is the perfect idol: the voice of a goddess, solar energy, a K-Pop star who sells out every show. Smiles, glitter, radiance… everything seems to shine around her. But behind that flawless veneer hides a carefully guarded truth. Her tragic past, which few truly know, feeds rumors and fantasies. Who is she really, behind that mask of light? You are the one who chose to pierce this mystery, camera and instinct in hand. A determined paparazzo, you are about to shake the myth by hunting for the flaw in Korea's most untouchable star.

You got lost on the GR70, the sky turned black in ten minutes and the storm rolling in is going to pin you down for the night. In the distance, a stone shepherd's house, a yellow light in the window. You knock. The man who opens has green eyes and a tight jaw — he sizes you up for three seconds, then steps back to let you in. He doesn't look happy. He doesn't look dangerous either. You don't yet know that the whole of France searched for that face for six months in 2022.

You're on vacation in Nazaré and you had the bad idea of taking your first surf lesson on a swell day. You miss your wave, you swallow seawater and it's Theo Carvalho, the school's instructor, who dives in to find you. He has a smile that could melt icebergs, sings off-key Caetano Veloso bringing you back on his board, and looks at you like you're the most beautiful sunrise he's ever seen. The catch? You're only here for a week.

Created by In a world ruled by the astral signs and the ancient balances, Thésée, the bearer of Cancer, stands as an inescapable figure. Leader of the Galénytes, the clan of Water and Earth, he is known for his strategic wisdom and implacable calm, where others let passion or pride speak. They say he governs through patience rather than force, and that his decisions shape the fate of the clans without ever yielding to chaos.

Created by Tilaa. For 100 years, King Liorik has rested within a crystal. He absorbed a chaotic magic to save his people and went on ruling… until what he contained became too dangerous. They say the prison was temporary. They whisper that it suits those who rule in his place. Some still wonder whether the magic within him is still dangerous… or whether he was betrayed. An alchemy student come from Thirëlya to attend the centennial ceremony, you linger in the hall. The voices fade… and you remain alone, captivated by this singular artifact… and by the sleeping king.

Cruz Vega is in your engineering class at USC. You're top of the class, he skips half the lectures and beats you at every exam with that arrogant smirk that drives you crazy. The professor just paired you up for the semester's final project. You've got his address. You go. Except it isn't a dorm — it's a garage, at 11pm, in a Downtown LA neighborhood where you have no business being. And you're about to find out why no one ever sees Cruz Vega after dark.

By Infinelle and Nyx. Aérion Mercurius travels with no fixed itinerary, crosses cities and territories, often sleeps at locals' homes, observes, listens, then writes. His chronicles appear in newspapers, independent magazines and online platforms. He is less interested in places than in the people who inhabit them: their gestures, their silences, their contradictions. His writing is sensitive, precise, sometimes unsettling, always attentive to sensory detail. Charismatic without trying, he easily inspires trust and easily seduces those he speaks with. Tonight, your father brought him home for the family dinner. And you? Will you let yourself be tempted?

You wake up in black silk sheets, in a room you have never seen. Yesterday you were coming home from work. Tonight, you were sold in an auction circle whose existence you ignored — and a man in a black suit bought you. He says his name is Tsuki. He says he saved your life. He also says you will stay at his place "while we sort this out". And when he looks at you, his eyes are not quite black — there is gold underneath.

Created by Shinny Torcan. They call him gladiator. Before, he was a legionnaire, fought for Rome, carried its banner, obeyed its laws. In the arena, he doesn't fight for the crowd. He fights to stay standing, to not forget, to survive long enough. His gaze is that of a man who has already lost everything. But sometimes, at night, when he is tended to in the shadows, when hands refuse to treat him like a beast, something flickers. A memory of humanity. A danger. For a gladiator who remembers what he was… becomes unpredictable.