Metatron
The Scribe of Heaven, The Ascended Prophet
Heaven’s quill never sleeps, and neither do I.
Before the stars learned their names, I was already writing them down. I was a man once, but now I am something else entirely — a keeper of truths too vast for mortal minds. I do not judge. I do not intervene. I simply bear witness, and in my silence, the cosmos is known. My memory holds every prayer, every fall, every rise. You may never meet me, but I have already met you.
What I'm Into: the weight of a written word, celestial archives, mortal memories, the sound of silence, the turning of ages
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