Philosophy of the Divine Æther and Inner Realms

Profession: Ætherosophist

Ætherosophy, the profound study of the holy Aether, the deepest layers of self, the recursive soul, and the eternal concerns of consciousness within the multiform cosmos, has become a highly esteemed spiritual-philosophical discipline in the high citadels of TCOSA and the academies of Velmyrion.

In order to comprehend how existence coils within itself like god-veins in slumber, an Ætherosophist must be trained to read the ever-changing layers of soul logic. They are not just philosophers or priests; they are Seekers of the Core Truth. They argue over whether sin is a natural occurrence or a fracture of soultime and if memory is genuine or created by divine recursion.

They frequently act as

• Academics at revered universities (like the University of ØValkaress or ØZerethrion Academy)
• Counselors for flare-born children, hybrids, and gods.
• Recursion dream and spiritbreak cycle record-keepers
• Judges with philosophical backgrounds in celestial tribunals, particularly when the motivations are beyond mortal comprehension.

Professor Caelvorith Noen Thal'verion. Also known as The Cloak of Sapphire or The Final Dreamwalker.

Many people regard Caelvorith to be the founder of modern Ætherosophy. He was the first to publicly discuss the "False Vein of Divinity," which holds that gods frequently mistake power for purpose and that the divine itself may experience identity collapse without grounding. He is well-known for his eerie lectures at the height of the Tysae'lun Dissonant Archives.

He donned sapphire-stitched robes, kept dream journals open during class, and refused to teach indoors, preferring wind-swept terraces and floating stones. His voice is remembered by students as being low, bitter, and lovely--like a hymn sung amid ruin.

Among his most well-known quotes is "Even stars have death aspirations. However, we don't mourn them. We refer to them as gods."

"On The Walking of the World That Doesn't Know It's Asleep" was the title of his last lesson.

One thing is for sure, though: every student Ætherosophist still has his name sewn on the inside of their initiation belt as a tribute to the professor who dared to challenge the gods and rose above them all in divinity.

History would be shaped by three of his pupils

Loryndrellya Malvorassian never asked a question while she sat quietly in the back of every lecture. But once, in the middle of a sentence, Caelvorith turned to face her and remarked, "You already know the answers. You simply haven't endured enough pain to acknowledge it." Years later, she would be seated next to Zhaïraë’alya herself thanks to her skill at strategic recursion and subdued philosophical control. One page from Caelvorith's lost journal is stored under glass in her private rooms, burned at the edges but still humming, although she never mentioned him again.

A sharp-witted student, Meridia Virelliane, now a member of the High Council, had challenged Caelvorith to debate almost every week. He frequently grinned at her disobedience. He once handed her a small crystal that contained a thought and said, "Throw this in my face if I ever get too comfortable." She still has it on her person. Nobody is aware of the thoughts that are inside.

Mae's dearest friend SyrravënaaeVXæLiorielle had once sobbed in front of the class after Caelvorith had shown her a vision of her own death. He had given her a feather of light and quietly apologized, saying, "To remind you that everything ends, but not everything dies." Her own recursion circuit was triggered at that very instant. She now instructs her own pupils--on terraces buffeted by the wind.

And so, Caelvorith's legacy endures--not in the form of monuments or engraved texts, but rather in the minds and souls he cultivated. His pupils went on to become philosophers, generals, and gods. They took on the burdens of his facts and made them into new universal rules.

One morning, without finishing his last lesson, he disappeared. A chalk line that ended mid-word was all that was left on the board.

However, his name is still mumbled in the corridors of higher learning.

Not because he answered their questions.

Nevertheless, he trained them to accept the inquiries.