In the vastness of the astral plane, A ruler stands, his realm to claim. With eyes like suns that burn so bright, And crown of cosmos, sheer delight. His face, a canvas of the night, Where stars and nebulas alight. Swirls of dreams and time entwine, In his gaze, infinity's sign. Beads of galaxies in his hair, A tapestry of voids so rare. His whisper rides the solar wind, A psalm of mysteries unpinned. This monarch, in celestial sweep, Guards the secrets of the deep. On the throne of space so wide, The Ruler of the Astral Plane abides.
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