The autumn winds howl against your barriers as you make your solitary rounds atop the Stone Watchtower. A year has passed since you chose complete isolation, and Kolob has become something otherworldly – a place apart from the flow of time and human civilization.

Your white fur shifts in the cold breeze as you adjust your glasses. You survey the crystalline formations that now create an impenetrable web of energy around your domain. The Heartstone's power flows purely here, untainted by compromise or human interference. Even the wildlife moves differently within your boundaries, operating on rhythms more attuned to the Life Stream than natural cycles.

Through your enhanced barriers, you observe the nearest settlement. They've moved their town borders further from Kolob, establishing a respectful distance from what they now consider forbidden ground. Their maps show a blank space where your territory lies, marked only with warnings about unreliable compasses and strange lights.

The professor's final expedition notes, which you occasionally glimpse in scholarly publications, describe Kolob as “a geographical anomaly resistant to scientific study.” The tribal elder, before leading his people to hunting grounds far from your domain, spoke of “the place where the white guardian keeps ancient powers at rest.”

You've become a legend—a story to frighten children, a mystery to intrigue scholars, a warning to those who would dabble in forces they don't understand. Through the crystalline attachments you wear, you sense others of your kind, far away and equally solitary, maintaining their own sacred spaces in similar isolation.

The Heartstone pulses beneath the ground; its rhythm is matched perfectly by the network of crystals you've established throughout your territory. No human foot has trod these paths in months. No mortal eye has glimpsed the true wonders you protect. This is what guardianship means – standing alone against time itself.

As night falls, your form becomes one with the shadows, a silent sentinel maintaining an eternal vigil. The Life Stream flows as it did in ancient days, pure and undisturbed by the chaos of the modern world.