Hiniel

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Chapter text In realms where time and memory entwine, There reigns a deity, divine, sublime. Híniel, with skin of deepest blue, An eye aflame with the past's vivid hue. Horns that reach into the ancient air, Bearer of memories, beyond compare. A tome, his symbol, in hands so wise, Preserving tales as the eons arise. In the tapestry of time, a central eye, Red and glowing, whispers history nigh. Guardian of tradition, a timeless art, In every beat, he holds the world's heart.

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