Solarian

I have many names, such as appearences. Some of you call me celestial being, others call me god. None is wrong. What I am is what you call me, for my light will be guiding you through the darkness during gloomy days. Never will you be alone, as I am here, watching over you. My projection on the centered realm, known as 'Mediran' to you, is always the same, leading the light that I carry inside a shell that is shaped like a lupus of strong and agile nature, standing as proud and magnificent as these canines are. Said shell is to prevent my light to bring harm to those that have not the sight of our kind. Only fissures let the warmth of it shine through, offering a protecting feeling whenever casting a glimpse upon it. These fissures are equal on both of the shell's side, formed into the shape of wings adorned with feathers, allowing you to view what is beneath the golden pelt. I have no organs, as every creature usually has, but have been created by a might that surpasses my own long since. While there are many duties I have to fulfill, I often walk among you, unseen, a trail of the light, my own being, following the paws I possess while on your realm. While a lupin would have a tail, it is replaced with a bundle of what seeps through the fissures. One being the mark of a sun around my left eye, while both ears are granting as much of a view as the wings do.

Speaking of this shell's face, its nose is in an almost copper color, just like the eyes. But do not let the logic you cling onto be deceicive. I do not require such to see. Neither am I required to hold onto any shell, or let go of it, to fulfill my duties. I am not a person, but creation. While most rest, these wings will unfold to spread across the sky, gifting it with its soothing light, announcing the day and waking the continent. For many centuries I have been your light. Your guidance. And for many more, I will be. Until one day, fate decides it is time for me to go to sleep. To welcome the darkness and let my light dimm down, until there is not one spark left. While it is impossible for us to grow tired, our minds are similar to yours. We have watched kingdoms rise and kingdoms fall. We are not who pull the strings, and yet many pray to us. For they believe. They believe in a brighter future, but all I see when I look upon Mediran, is a place full of pain that is not yet ready for what is to come. So much to learn for you, and yet it will all come to an end soon. If not stopped.

I am not telling you this to gain pity, but as an offer of knowledge. There is more to this world, and its history, than you might seem to comprehend. You have just now started your journey in search for a new, brighter future. Even if you do not know it yet. Stay close to those you hold dear, and no matter what might happen, know that I am here. I am listening, at day and night, even if there will be no answer.