Riddle — The Wandering Wizard Raccoon

Riddle is a wizard of gentle things.

He knows the world is full of people carrying quiet griefs — the kind that settle deep in the soul and make even light feel heavy. But he does not believe healing comes through force. His magic has always been softer than that.

His magic is Grace.

With rose-bright eyes, he looks at those not for what is broken in them, but for what still reaches toward the sun. He finds the wandering ones, the tired ones, the souls who have forgotten how to hope, and he walks beside them for a while. Never pulling. Never demanding. Only offering a hand if they wish to take it.

The Lumen drift ahead of him like living starlight — small firefly spirits glowing softly through fog and shadow. They do not chase away the dark. They simply remind the world that light still exists within it.

And Riddle understands something many people do not:

Broken does not mean lost.