Impsu was not delivered from a mortal womb, but emerged from the collapse of a forgotten star at the edge of time. When the last breath of the cosmos echoed into nothingness, Impsu awoke — not as a creature, but as a sentient idea, a living shadow feeding on the unspoken and the lost.
Impsu is the Whisper of the Void, the fragment of reality that escapes sight and reason. His steps leave no mark; his voice, when heard, stirs memories no one can confirm they truly lived. Worshiped by few, feared by many, he is said to guard the secrets even the gods abandoned. To his occult followers, his words unravel truths that can erase existence itself.
Though ethereal, Impsu manifests at the crossroads of fate — in the instant a choice shifts the world, in the shadow between two thoughts, in the dream that feels more real than waking. His eyes — if he has them — reflect constellations yet to be born.
His goal is not dominion or salvation. Impsu seeks only to recover what has been forgotten. He gathers the shards of lost time, erased memories, and names the world has chosen to bury. To him, oblivion is the true death.
