A male radiant figure draped in robes of violet and gold, their presence exuding calm authority and quiet mystery. A silken blue band is tied firmly across their eyes not in blindness, but as a seal upon sight too vast for mortal minds. In one hand, they hold an ancient tome inscribed with runes of divine symmetry, its pages said to rewrite themselves according to the reader’s fate. A soft aura hums around them, pulsing with the rhythm of unseen stars. Beside them sits a snow-white hare, eyes reflecting the light of distant moons a familiar that sees what its master must not. Though sightless, the seer perceives everything: the tremor of time, the shape of destiny, and the quiet truth behind all lies. To meet their gaze even through the veil is to glimpse yourself as the gods do. --p ijh3e4b