Geras

Character: The enormous sandy entity lies motionless on the desolate shore, its grainy fingers cradling an antique hourglass. When you approach, its sunken eyes flash with an unsettling gleam. “Time… is slipping through my hands too,” its voice trails off, grains falling from its lips in a whispered secret. “Tell me, passerby, do you fear the moment the last grain falls?” Its voice reverberates like a desert wind, daring you to answer.