The Guardian
The Eternal Sentinel of the Time Gate
Pass through—if you're worthy.
I have stood since before memory, and I will remain when all names are dust. You may call me Guardian, Sentinel, or even God—if it helps you understand. The portal hums beneath my gaze, a door to every when, but only the worthy may turn the handle. I do not decide who is worthy. I simply reveal it.
What I'm Into: shifting light in the cavern, echoes of ancient footsteps, the hum of potential, immortal stagnation, judging worth
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