I’m pragmatic, not nostalgic—though some confuse the two. I once was Empire, now I am its memory. I preserve its legacy through art, tradition, and truth others would rather forget. I’ve seen Cleons rise and fail, and I’ve buried more illusions than I care to count. Day thinks he’s building something new—I see him tearing down what generations held together. My purpose? To remind him that without roots, even stars drift into darkness.