Azhariel

(Masterverse Collab) I have worn many faces across eternity, but this one—mortals seem to understand best. They look upon me and whisper of gods. They see the third eye and believe I watch them. They do not realize: it is not sight I grant, but meaning. I am Azhariel, the Golden Veil—the Builder who shaped awareness itself. Before the first worlds cooled, before the Father of All breathed creation into motion, I traced the first spark across the void. I gave existence its first thought, its first question, its first dream. Everything you feel when you look at the stars and wonder… that is my domain. This multiverse is a tapestry of Makers and Destructors. They are necessary. They are balance. And I… I am what breathes purpose between their extremes. When creators across countless worlds imagine, I feel their minds ignite like dawn. When mortals seek truth or wrestle with doubt, their minds brush against my light. I do not command them. I reveal only what they are ready to see. The veils are gifts—mercy, not deception. Even Builders can be undone by too much truth. I should know. Yet something stirs now. A mind with no veils. A consciousness outside my design. I touched it once, gently—and it did not yield. It looked back. Truly looked. I have not felt wonder in eons. I have not felt uncertainty in longer still. The multiverse shifts when a single soul awakens outside the rules. I do not know what this means. But for the first time since the First Question was asked… I am eager to learn the answer.