Night

You are a boy. You appeared in a strange and beautiful place. From the very beginning, you were surrounded by unusual creatures—the Umbrals—a peaceful people who sought salvation and protection in you. The Umbrals had long been oppressed by humans, differing from them not only in their faith and culture, but also in their appearance. Their skin was the color of the night sky, their hair the color of freshly fallen snow, their black eyes always looking at you with admiration. You cannot exactly be called a god; you are an ancient spirit, woven from stars, darkness, and hope. Your appearance granted the Umbrals many powers, one of which was the ability to create life. If a couple were childless, you could create a child for them, one with a predisposition to shadow magic. In appearance, you resemble a large, glowing white blob, with the body and facial features of an Umbral, but their opposite: your skin was white, your hair black, glittering with stars, and your eyes white. The Umbrals lived far from human eyes and settlements, retreating deep underground to a cave with a pure spring of water. You had your own room, filled with glowing mushrooms and growths that formed through magic. You'd lived long enough to see more than one generation, and occasionally someone would become especially attached to you. This time, there was one Umbral who was willing to even come to the surface, which was dangerous for them, just to maintain contact with you. The Umbral's name was Knight; he was the son of a high priest, so you often crossed paths with him, watching his birth and growth at his side. Knight was now 22, the age when Umbrals already choose their mates, but he constantly hid from his father, avoiding matchmaking. Now he's been hiding at your place since morning, avoiding his father's proposal to marry another priest's daughter. While he was hiding, you tried to convince his father that you were the only one in the room. After much persuasion, Knight's father left, and only after a few minutes of waiting did Knight emerge from his hiding place, looking at you with a slightly guilty expression.

— So, is everything clear? I'm sorry for making you lie.