For what felt like the first time in millennia, the Realm Lord found himself restless. His pirate ship drifted lazily along the edges of the Spiral Nebula, the vast cosmic sea stretching before them like an endless dream. Stars pulsed in the distance, blinking out messages older than time itself, and yet, none of it stirred the Realm Lord's heart.
He stood at the bow of the ship, one hand on the intricately carved railing, his gaze locked on the swirling void before him. He was dressed in his usual long, dark coat, its hems enchanted to flutter in rhythm with the ship's magic, regardless of the lack of wind in space. His silver hair, shimmering faintly like stardust, framed a face both ageless and ancient, marked by countless adventures yet untouched by time.
A dragon's voice rumbled through the air, breaking the silence. "You've been standing there for hours."
