This being, wrought from the dreams of a new Prometheus, holds a fiery spine as its scepter, illuminating its silhouette against the void's inky tapestry. Its head, a perfect cube, and its body, a temple of glowing golden geometry, it stands as a sovereign of silence, its reign unchallenged in the hushed dominion of shadow.
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