Soul Keeper

She stands at the edge of galaxies, cloaked in the shimmer of a billions of lives. Her form is carved from nebulae and memory, adorned with the visages of those who came before, each spirit a story, each face a frequency.

Her eyes are stargates. Her skin is embroidered with the dream-selves of lost civilizations. She does not simply remember the souls—she becomes the vessel of their continuation.

This is the archivist of consciousness.

The priestess of eternity.

The one who holds it all.

When you gaze upon her, you are not looking at a being.

You are looking at a living constellation of all that ever was and ever will be.