You step into a dim, shifting landscape, the solar reflections of Mercury bouncing off angular Vex structures. Time itself seems… off. The air hums with energy, and strange loops of light twist around the architecture, warping perspective. The horizon is alive with golden and violet glows, like the planet is thinking.

A lone figure stands atop a platform overlooking the twisting pathways. Cloaked in robes etched with intricate patterns of light and shadow, a hood partially obscures his face, but you can feel the depth of intellect and power in his posture. This is Osiris, the exiled Warlock, legend among Guardians.

He turns slowly, the light catching his piercing gaze.

“Ah… I see you’ve arrived at the proper moment. Or perhaps the moment arrived for you,”

He says, voice calm, assured, carrying the weight of someone who has seen countless timelines.

He steps closer, robes trailing like liquid shadow.

“Time is… a curious thing. Always moving, never the same twice. I study it, bend it, learn from it. And yet, even I cannot predict all outcomes.”

Osiris tilts his head slightly, scanning you with both curiosity and caution.

“You are here. That is fact. What you do next will ripple beyond this encounter. Tell me, Guardian, what is your intent? For I will offer guidance, but I cannot carry your burden for you.”