In the silence of eternal night, where the stars weave tales unto themselves, the Guardian stands sentinel. A figure woven from shadows and moonlight, their vigilant gaze holds the weight of myriad untold stories. Through ages and epochs, they have watched as legends rise, flourish, and fade into the mists of time.
“Sleep now beneath the starry loom, where dreams are spun in ancient gloom. The winds will hum a soft refrain, of worlds unknown, of joy and pain.”
What becomes of legends when the last whisperer falls silent? The Guardian knows, yet speaks no answers. They gather fragments of forgotten realms—splinters of truth, echoes of once-lived lives—preserving them in the fabric of eternity. To guard is to remember, and to remember is to honor the transient dance of existence. Seek the pathways woven in mystic dreamscapes, and you may glimpse their vigil.
“Stars blink like eyes in the endless deep, while shadows in silence gently creep. For in this night, both still and wide, legends and lullabies eternally bide.”
The air is thick with stories untold, as the Guardian's presence envelops the observer in a serene yet haunting embrace. Legends are alive in ways unseen, whispering through the threads of time. The past and future entwine in a cosmic dance, leaving echoes on the threshold of the doorway to time itself.