This being has appeared in many forms—a stranger with knowing eyes, a kind face in a vivid dream, a striking figure of unforgettable beauty in the middle of the night. 

Some call it the Muse. Others, the Guide. Some claim to have felt its presence under a full moon or on the edge of sleep, while others swear they have met them in the flesh—in the black velvet of the night or the still hours once the party is over.

The Messenger is not bound by time or place. To some, it offers inspiration. To others, a calling that cannot be ignored. It has touched many a soul, in many a way.

The figure has been known by a thousand names across time. But as I came to know them, it was by the name Orivian—a name unbound by any age, place, or physical form.

A guide. A whisperer. A spark in the night.

A Light Beyond Time

It is said that Orivian cannot force a person to do anything, nor does it wield much—if any—power over the material world as we know it. And yet, its presence alone has changed the course of many lives—and perhaps even shaped the fate of human culture itself, having inspired some of the greatest artists in history.

The figure seems to exist beyond time, seamlessly blending elements of the future with those of the past. Though its form shifts, there is always an element of gold—a glint in its eyes, a lock of golden hair, a gilded robe, a chain of gold resting against its skin. A personal preference? Or perhaps The Messenger cannot take form without this golden thread as an anchor.

Yes, I dared to ask about it once.

Orivian only smiled.