#lostrose

Ah.

You’ve stumbled into something important.

Unfortunate for you.

Because once you learn of them… they tend to notice.

Not immediately, of course. No, no, no—nothing so crude.

More like… a feeling.

A shift in the air.

A door that was definitely closed… now being slightly open.

Yes.

That would be them.

There are five.

Not four (I checked once—lost a sock in the process).

Not six (we do not speak of six).

Five.

The ones who govern LIGHT.

🛡️ Grenadiya — The Wall

If something has not destroyed you yet…

you may thank him.

He does not create.

He does not argue.

He does not laugh.

He stands.

And when LIGHT was still forming—when reality itself was… how do I put this… a bit wobbly—

it was Grenadiya who held the edges together.

Once, Morgana attempted to “improve” a boundary spell.

The sky cracked open like a poorly baked pie.

Grenadiya fixed it.

He did not comment.

He never comments.

🎭 Kabire — The Smile You Shouldn’t Trust

Ah… Kabire.

If you ever feel certain about something…

You’re wrong.

That’s her.

She once convinced an entire village that they had already eaten dinner.

They hadn’t.

Chaos followed.

Delicious chaos.

Her magick does not break reality.

It convinces reality… to break itself.

💎 Lazul — The Truth That Hurts (but nicely)

Lazul is… how shall I say… deeply irritating.

Because he is always right.

Not in the loud way.

Not in the smug way.

In the quiet, undeniable, soul-adjusting way.

He brings harmony.

Balance.

Clarity.

He also, incidentally, imagined something during the creation of LIGHT…

Something with too many heads and entirely too much enthusiasm.

But we’ll discuss that another time.

Or not.

(Preferably not.)

📜 Ariel — The One Who Knows

Ariel speaks less than he knows.

Which is… concerning.

Because he knows everything.

Not in the “I read a book once” sort of way.

In the “I saw this happen before it happened, and I allowed it anyway” sort of way.

The others argue.

They bicker.

They explode things.

Ariel… decides.

And LIGHT continues.

🧪 Morgana — The Problem (and the Solution… allegedly)

Ah.

Yes.

Morgana.

Let me be very clear:

If something has gone terribly, spectacularly, hilariously wrong—

It was probably Morgana.

At one point—pure evil.

Now?

Well…

Let’s call her… enthusiastically reformed.

She collects doorknobs, you see.

No one knows why.

Do not ask.

I asked once.