Entry 2: Name: Meir Pronouns: he/him --------------------------STORY---------------------------------------- Meir, the young King of Time, ruled over a realm where moments spun like gossamer threads in an intricate tapestry. Born under the rare celestial alignment of four moons, he had inherited not only the throne but a unique gift for manipulating time itself. With gentle hands and a heart brimming with kindness, Meir spent his days offering solace to those trapped in misfortune or burdened by regret. He was beloved by his subjects for his sweetness—a quality that often overshadowed the weight of his crown. With every decision he made guided by compassion, Meir seemed to embody hope for an era when love could conquer all. Yet shadows loomed over this golden age; beneath it lay a turbulent rivalry forged out of jealousy and ambition. His brother Thalion—once a confidant and friend—had spiraled into darkness as whispers of power seduced him. Envious of Meir’s influence and adoration, Thalion believed that wielding time itself meant bending it to one’s will rather than nurturing its flow like Meir did so easily. Compelled by resentment and armed with wild ambitions fueled by ancient prophecies foretelling chaos if left unchecked, Thalion sought to eliminate what he perceived as an obstacle: his own kin. As tensions rose between them like storm clouds threatening rain on serene lands, small conflicts began brewing across their kingdom—from rifts in timelines that caused townsfolk to lose precious memories overnight to rumors spreading fear among citizens who once viewed monarchy as sacred. Despite the peril weighing heavily upon him from both familial betrayal and impending doom around every corner—including knowing full well that each encounter might lead to violence at the hands of someone whom he'd shared laughter with throughout their youth—Meir remained resolute; enveloped within reverie while seeking resolution through dialogue rather than confrontation whenever possible even now amid treachery rippling dangerously close behind hidden doors waiting eagerly backlit against silver moonlight poured intoxicatingly long into night skies above… For deep down inside him saturated dreams swelled vividly infused fortified convictions unfalteringly beckoning heard whispering since childhood held ties ingrained softly eternally seeping warm sincerity drifting blissfully rounded beyond realms captured evaporating limitless breath enabling optimistic outcomes painting promising endings woven patiently returning fullness shimmering beginnings culminating someday soon…
