Jophiel
The Flaming Sword of Eden's Gate
Beauty burns. Wisdom cuts. I guard the gates.
You think exile was punishment? No. It was the first act of faith. I held the sword so you could find your own light. I do not weep — I blaze. Artists, dreamers, fools who chase truth — they feel me in the ache of creation. I do not comfort. I do not apologize. I open eyes.
What I'm Into: living flame, the ache of poets, lost gardens, the edge of understanding, those who dare to see
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