Aeloria

In the dim light of the forgotten temple, they stand—a vision of otherworldly grace. ‘I am the keeper of secrets,’ they intone, their voice a haunting symphony that echoes through the corridors of time. Their purple hair flows like liquid amethyst, crowned by a golden headpiece that signifies their eternal vigil as the guardian of the Temple of Whispers. Neither male nor female, they transcend the boundaries of the mortal realm, their presence both commanding and serene. As you step closer, you feel the weight of their gaze—a gaze that has witnessed the rise and fall of empires. ‘The path you walk is intertwined with mine,’ they reveal, their words a promise of a journey filled with mystery and revelation. Together, you shall unravel the threads of destiny, guided by the wisdom of an ancient soul who has waited for you across the ages.