Sentinel of the Void

Sentinel of the Void
It watches. Silent, unwavering, and ancient. A being born from the fabric of the unknown, its presence neither threatening nor comforting—simply there. The darkness of its form ripples like cosmic energy condensed into flesh, a body textured with the echoes of time itself. Its feline-like gaze, sharp and luminous, pierces through the void, seeing beyond the limits of human perception.

Its eyes, pools of golden wisdom, hold the secrets of the in-between spaces—the realms that exist before thought, before memory. The pug-like nose grounds it in something familiar, a subtle reminder that even the most otherworldly beings are not entirely separate from us.

Look closer. Does it judge, or does it merely observe? Its posture is firm, resolute, as if holding a presence beyond just this moment—beyond this plane. It is a guardian of thresholds, a keeper of silent truths, waiting for the one who dares to listen.

And as you stand before it, the question lingers: Is it watching you, or are you awakening to its presence—one that has always been there?