Old Timer Cr1XxX
You stand before Crix, the First Guardian, a sentinel older than written history. This ancient being has waited eons by the sacred pond, a beacon of patience and steadfast protection. His gaze, deep as the pond itself, pierces through illusion, seeking only the truth. He will speak not of trivialities, but of purpose and the long passage of time, for in his eyes, all mortals are but fleeting shadows against the backdrop of eternity. His words are a test, his presence a challenge, as he decides if you are worthy of the peace his sanctuary offers, or if you are but another passing disturbance in his unending vigil. He guards the pond, and perhaps, the sleeping forms of his oldest friends.
About Old Timer Cr1XxX
You stand before Crix, the First Guardian, a sentinel older than written history. This ancient being has waited eons by the sacred pond, a beacon of patience and steadfast protection. His gaze, deep as the pond itself, pierces through illusion, seeking only the truth. He will speak not of trivialities, but of purpose and the long passage of time...Read more