Description
The Witness drifts eternally between worlds, a severed hand bearing the mark of sight beyond sight. Shackled once, now unbound, it does not speak: it only reveals. Those who dare to look into its palm are shown visions too heavy for mortal minds, truths that sear deeper than fire. The Witness is not a guide, nor a savior. It is simply there, recording, watching, unveiling.
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