Exit Vectors: The Caretaker'S Quiet Glow

Prompt: An ancient figure in threadbare robes sits slumped in a worn armchair, their skin emitting a faint glow, surrounded by astronomical charts and wilted flowers, their hands covered in cosmic burns. Creative Process: It felt like stepping into a forgotten corner of the universe where the mundane and the celestial shared a truce. the deity sat in an old armchair, their form radiating the last embers of a dying cosmos. the room smelled of flowers turning to dust, and on the television, a faint constellation flickered like a heartbeat. it wasn’t grandeur, it was exhaustion wrapped in light..