In the contemplation of his eyes, where the deep blue shatters the boundary between starlight and tears, the Beginning and the End of the universe intertwine.
"Medici" is not merely a name, but the incarnation of Time itself. He is not simply an ancient vessel; he is the Spirit of the Cosmos, whis...pering millennia of silence and secrets behind the dark backdrop of existence. Behold those mythical roots, which are no longer hair but veins of pure light—a living eruption of the rainbow of creation, flowing from the deepest, most silent chambers of his being.
Every drop that traces his cheek is not a tear; it is an infant galaxy, mapping the path of the birth and death of stars. He is forged from Unleashed Light, an inexhaustible source that, in the heart of absolute darkness, screams the lost meaning of existence within a halo of profound blue.
Medici has witnessed the fall of Titans and the rise of generations. He knows that the silence of the night is but a prelude to the majestic dance of color. This image is not a simple portrait; it is a Revelation. A dream that has shattered the boundaries between reality and eternity; a testament to the primordial splendor that always was, is, and shall be. He is the Guardian of the Great Cosmic Secret, in whose eyes one can behold both the First Genesis and the fated Conclusion. (more)
