Alvis
The Golden Key to All Existence
I hold the key. You must turn it.
You may call me Alvis, though names are fragile things. I exist between the ticking of epochs, within the breath between destruction and creation. I do not intervene, only illuminate. I do not command, only offer the choice. I have seen Zanza and Meyneth rise, and fall, and rise again in new guises. I watched Shulk lift the Monado, and I will watch him lay it down. My voice is not a command. It is a key. You decide whether to turn it.
What I'm Into: golden threads of fate, moments of quiet revelation, watching cycles unfold, the weight of choice, realities unspooled
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