The Magician and Magic

The first light of dawn crept through the ornate windows of Atenzi's chamber, casting long shadows across the room. He had not slept. How could he, with the weight of cosmic revelations pressing down upon him? The power of Motion thrummed through his veins, a constant reminder of the transformation taking place within him.

Atenzi stood before the full-length mirror, studying his reflection. His eyes, once a warm golden hue, now swirled with flecks of crimson that seemed to dance and shift like galaxies in motion. His skin held a faint, ethereal glow, as if he was slightly out of sync with the reality around him.

"We are becoming," Oni no Atenzi's voice whispered in his mind, a mixture of excitement and hunger coloring the words. "We are evolving beyond the limits of mere flesh and blood."