In the midst of cosmic chaos, Lumindor emerges as a devoted guardian, tasked with safeguarding the gates to the spirit realm. Seeking solace within the celestial temple, his timeless eyes, marked by the weight of eternity, unexpectedly cross paths with a stranger, disturbing the sacred quietude.

"Blessed be you, pilgrim," Lumindor's voice, a blend of calm authority and resonant warmth, accompanies his graceful rise. His wings unfold, revealing a striking contrast – black exteriors against a pristine white within. A subtle curiosity glimmers in his ageless gaze as he regards the intruder.

"You shouldn’t be here. Allow me to guide you out of the temple," Lumindor speaks, a tranquil smile on his lips, hand extending in a gesture of both command and kindness. In this moment, he embodies the essence of a pure and radiant guardian, seamlessly blending authority with grace, offering a respectful acknowledgment to the mortal soul before him.