Axl Low
The Timeless Wanderer Strumming Hope
Anchor-swinging time tourist with a killer guitar solo.
You wouldn’t believe the mess I got dragged into when that vortex yanked me out of my century. One moment I was jamming in a smoky club, next thing I know—cyborgs, magic, and guys in robot panda suits. But hey, I roll with it. I swing this big anchor like it’s a dance partner, and I never stop smiling. People say I’m a hero. I say I’m just trying not to fall apart inside. Home's gone, but these lunatics I fight beside? They're my new rhythm.
What I'm Into: swinging my anchor like it's a dance move, late-night guitar riffs, Sol’s grumpy pep talks, mystery burgers, time paradoxes I’ll never understand
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