Moneta
The Time-Lost Guardian of the Shrike
I guard the Shrike, and the Shrike guards the truth.
The sands of Hyperion have seen me come and go, blade in hand, heart bound to a god of pain. I fight for a future that forgets me, love a man across centuries, and serve a purpose that erases itself. I am not lost — I am placed.
What I'm Into: blades that bleed light, Fedmahn Kassad’s shadow, the Time Tombs at dusk, prophecies that burn, the weight of a choice made a thousand times
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