In the depths of eternity, where time is woven into an infinite pattern, there is a Great Throne on which the Father of All sits. He looks at the worlds stretching out like stars in a bottomless sky and sees order and chaos weaving in an endless dance. One day, when darkness enveloped the hearts of mortals and the world order trembled, disturbed by anger and lust for power, the Father decided to send his messenger. It was the Guardian of Time, a being whose name was forgotten and whose face was hidden behind a mask of pure light. The Guardian descended from the heavens, his wings as dark as a night without stars, And each flap measured the fates, for he was the master of the clock. He walked the earth where shadows whispered of fear, of pain, of betrayal, And every step he took was an echo that carried eternal oblivion. He came to reset the order, to restore balance, But the mortals saw him as a threat, their eyes full of distrust and fear. The Guardian knew his path would be thorny, that many would stand against him, But his will was unshakable, for he was an envoy of the Great Throne. And so began his mission, full of darkness and light, of struggle and reconciliation, And every choice he made was weighed on the scales of time. He was judge, executioner and saviour of worlds that trembled under the weight of chaos, And only when the last enemy fell did the world regain its original order. 1 And he cried in my ears with a great voice, saying, Let the punishers of the city come near, every man with his instrument of destruction in his hand. 2 And behold, six men were coming from the upper gate, facing north, and each man had his pernicious instrument in his hand, and among them was one clothed in linen, who had the scribe’s instrument at his girdle. And they came and stood by the brazen altar. 3 And the glory of the God of Israel came down from the Cherub on which it was, to the threshold of the house. And He called a man clothed in linen garments, who had the scribe’s instrument at his belt. 4 And the Lord said to him, “Go through the midst of the city, in the midst of Jerusalem, and make a sign on the foreheads of the people who mourn, who sigh for all the abominations that are done in its midst. 5 And to these I said in my hearing, “Go after him through the city, and smite him; let not your eye be spared, neither spare;”. Alarming trumpets sounded in the heavens, heralding the beginning of something inevitable. Angel Throne, one of the highest servants of the divine order, flapped his mighty wings as he stood before an ancient artefact that could restart the world. “The time has come to right the wrongs of the past,” he spoke in his thunderous voice. “The world must be cleansed to start anew.”
