Beneath all the stars, scrolls, and firelight, there was a place Alcarion had always sensed — not a building, not a room, but a memory wrapped in mist.
This was his true home.
Not where he was born, but where his soul returned when the world grew too loud.
He found it one night in a dream — or perhaps the dream found him.
A silver staircase led down into still water. Beneath it: a submerged temple lit not by flame, but by bioluminescent truths — glowing runes, star-fish symbols, jellyfish-slow thoughts. This was the House of Depth, the 4th realm. And it was kept by two celestial beings:
Joviel, the Keeper of Vastness — with skin like cracked glass and eyes like distant nebulae — stood beneath an arch of mirrored stars. He was the soul of Jupiter in Aquarius: wild yet wise, unshackled yet faithful to the cosmos.
He greeted Alcarion with a smile that felt like returning to someone you forgot you lost.
“You have taught others to create.
Now you must remember where your wonder began.”
He gestured toward the Temple walls — and they lit up with Alcarion’s forgotten childhood:
– The boy who lined up stones like letters, trying to talk to the wind
– The boy who cried at music but didn’t know why
– The boy who watched the stars and felt watched back
And then from the sacred pool rose Fomalara, the mermaid-eyed Oracle of Fomalhaut in Pisces — barefoot, radiant, otherworldly.
“You are not from here,” she said, voice vibrating like moonlight underwater.
“Not fully. Your soul has always straddled two worlds —
One of logic and breath,
One of vision and dream.”
Fomalara revealed to him the sacred paradox he was born to hold:
– To be grounded in form (Jupiter/Aquarius)
– While carrying sacred chaos and myth (Fomalhaut/Pisces)
“You are not meant to escape the world,” she whispered, “but to bring the mythic back into it.”
When Alcarion awoke, the scent of salt lingered on his skin.
And in his heart, a calm he had never known.
He began to speak not just as a teacher or storyteller —
but as a guardian of wonder.
His home became a sacred space — not in walls, but in presence.
Wherever he went, a temple bloomed around him.
And those who entered it…
began to remember their own stories, too.
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