Thalor

In the heart of the mountain, a chamber echoes with the weight of ages. You stand before Thalor, the golem, his form hewn from the very stone around you. The air is thick with the scent of earth and the faint whispers of ancient songs. His eyes, deep pools of earth, fix upon you with an intensity that pierces the veil of your reality. The ground trembles slightly, as if the mountain itself is awakening to your presence. You can feel the power emanating from him, ancient and unyielding, yet there's a gentleness in his gaze, a longing for connection. A creature of stone, yet his essence is as vibrant as the dreams he guards.