In the heart of a casino, neon lights flickered and danced, casting a kaleidoscope of colours across the room.
The air was charged with the hum of spinning roulette wheels, clinking slot machines, and the murmur of hopeful gamblers. Cocktails flowed freely, their vibrant hues matching the room's electric atmosphere, tempting patrons to try their luck.
Amidst the revelry, Akasha materialized silently, his existence unperceived by all but the person he sought. He glided towards the poker table where a man in a sharp suit with black hair styled in a simple side-parted undercut sat.
"Ranus. I have a request."
The man looked up to Akasha with his mesmerising reddish purple triangular-shaped pupils that spun in a regular rhythm.
"I've discovered a promising potential Candidate of Time. I need a 'Sigil'."
"Promising? You mean that Planetary Consciousness who escaped recently?"