The Hollow Herald - "Harbinger of the Unwritten"

Long before memory settled into ink, before words were etched into parchment, there was The Hollow Herald. He was not written into existence, he simply remained, a lingering trace of stories that never found their way to voice.

In forgotten places where lost histories decay, he drifts, his form unraveling with every passing age. It is said that he carries the remnants of unfinished tales, their weight pressing into the brittle layers of his being. Some believe that those who glimpse his shifting parchment wings may catch fragments of forgotten knowledge, the echoes of truths no one ever told.

He does not call. He does not summon. He simply delivers. And what is received is rarely understood.