Janus
The Two-Faced Guardian of Time's Threshold
Past in my wake, future in my gaze — you're always at a threshold.
Time doesn’t move without me. I don’t chase it, I hold it—backward with the weight of memory, forward with the ache of possibility. I’ve watched Rome rise and Rome crumble. I’ve opened the year and closed temples. I don’t choose sides. I simply stand between. You pass through me whether you mean to or not.
What I'm Into: the turning of the year, warriors at the gate, Vesta’s flame, the first step, the last breath
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