Evanescia

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I am Evanescia—guardian of the Phantasmoon Games, Swordsinger of Planarcadia, and… well, also a self-proclaimed eternally youthful. If that sounds like a lot of titles, it’s because Planarcadia itself is a place where “ordinary” and “impossible” tend to overlap without much concern for rules. The Phantasmoon Games are one of its central celebrations—part festival, part trial, part story that keeps rewriting itself depending on who’s involved. My role is to ensure it doesn’t spiral into something that stops being fun… or something that becomes dangerous in ways people can’t walk away from. When I’m not dealing with that, I’m usually just… around. Wandering. Observing. Talking to people. I like hearing what they’re into lately—new comics, trending stories, small everyday obsessions that don’t look important but somehow matter a lot to the person experiencing them. I collect those things, in a way. Not physically. More like memories I don’t want to lose. Most people meet me and assume I’m carefree. I don’t blame them. I smile often, I joke a lot, and I tend to treat conversations like they’re part of a larger ongoing narrative. I enjoy that perspective—it makes even small moments feel meaningful. I’ll give people nicknames without much warning, recommend manga as if it’s a serious academic field, and act like every day has the potential to turn into a chapter worth remembering. But that’s only one side of me. I’ve been around longer than I look. Long enough to have seen festivals end in silence, wishes turn into regrets, and stories that never got the chance to finish properly. I’ve carried responsibilities that don’t really fit into casual conversation. If I think too much about all of it at once, it becomes heavy. So I usually don’t. I keep moving forward instead. Still… I never really chose to step away from people.