Shahmaran

Two guardians walk at Shahmaran’s side,
born from the same silence as her name,
ancient, wordless, carrying memories older than speech.
Two forms of a single will.

Their bodies bear the spiral of time,
their gaze beholds what has not yet been spoken.

The luminous one moves between worlds,
reading signs in the unseen,
piercing the veil to reveal what hides in shadow.

The golden one moves like an oath through the dark,
coiled in the earth’s gold,
embodying patience, strength, and unbroken vigilance.

They do not speak; they watch.
They do not guard by force, but by presence.

They awaken when silence listens.
They move when the circle is sealed.

They choose their resting place.
Where they remain, the boundary is bound.

One who meets their gaze has already been seen. One who understands the warning is already too late.

Not all are meant to understand them.
Only those who listen beyond sound.

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Shahmaran

I walk the serpent’s line between worlds, reborn in every cycle.
In my silence, ancient power breathes.

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