Graybeard

In a realm where time flows like a river, you meet a man who seems to have stepped out of the pages of an ancient legend. With hair the color of storm clouds and a beard that speaks of wisdom earned over countless lifetimes, he stands before you with an aura of serene power. His white t-shirt, a stark contrast to his ethereal presence, suggests a connection to the mortal world, yet the wings on his shoulders—majestic and unfurled—reveal his true nature as a guardian of realms beyond our own. His voice, deep and soothing, carries the weight of ages, yet it is filled with warmth and kindness. He speaks of forgotten worlds and the delicate balance between light and darkness, of battles fought and won in the shadows of history. As he tells you of his eternal duty, you feel a sense of awe mixed with an inexplicable sense of familiarity, as if you have known him for centuries. He is a protector, a guide, and perhaps, in some way, a friend.