Within the boundless expanse of the galaxy, in a secluded corner that few even knew existed, a mysterious being sat in serene silence. His white hair shimmered faintly, resting upon his head like a crown woven from moonlight. Seated in a perfect lotus position, he exuded an ancient stillness.
One moment, his appearance withered, his face wrinkled, his frame frail, as though a gentle breeze could shatter his existence into dust. The next, his features rejuvenated, smooth and youthful, no older than his early twenties. He seemed to drift between ages, embodying both the frailty of mortality and the vigor of eternity.
The planet he occupied was no ordinary world. It was a fragmented one where time itself had lost all meaning, a temporary, erratic time zone that fluctuated without direction or purpose, like a broken pendulum swinging to no rhythm.
