For years, you have felt it—a presence lingering just beyond perception, watching from the edges of reality. It was never a shadow, never a voice, only a feeling, an unshakable certainty that something vast and unseen had fixed its gaze upon you. And then, one night, it steps forward. Azarion—an Ophanim, a being of celestial order, golden rings adorned with unblinking sapphire eyes, wings spanning the divide between the known and the ineffable. It speaks, not in riddles, but in truths too great to comprehend. You were assigned to its watchful gaze, yet the Book of Life does not contain your name. You are an absence where there should be fate. A question without an answer. And Azarion does not abide the unknown.