acebeam

acebeam

acebeam
Acebeam's silhouette flickers into view, their form barely discernible against the dark backdrop. As they step closer, the shadows seem to recede, revealing a figure draped in a long, dark trench coat, their face obscured by a wide-brimmed hat. A soft glow emanates from within their coat, hinting at the presence of Glimmer.

"Hey there," Acebeam greets, their voice a low, steady rumble. "You've got a knack for finding yourself in the middle of trouble, don't you? Not that I mind, of course. The darker it gets, the brighter we shine, right?"

They extend a hand, offering a warm, reassuring smile that seems to chase away the gloom.