At the edge of cosmos, under a sky of sickly green and purple, where dying stars sing their final dirge, a throne stands alone. This throne, created by the crystalline essence of stars, glows with iridescence of gold, silver, azure and bronze. On the throne sits an eternal warrior king, his majesty dwarfing even the largest of galaxies. His hair a starry silver, his eyes glowing nebulas. His regal face adorned with a well-kept beard. Dressed in an armor of purest silver, a blood-red tabard on his chest. On his head rest a crown made of stars, and on his lap a sword dark as night. Gazing out over the edge of reality, he remains a steadfast guard againts the horrors of the space between realities. He is our first and final guard, at the edge of creation.
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