Summer holds no sway within your domain. The Stone Watchtower rises against a sky that remains forever winter-gray, its crystalline formations pulsing with power undiluted by compromise or change. Your white fur shifts in the perpetual cold wind as you maintain the barriers that have made Kolob legend – or rather, made it transcend even legend.

Through your glasses, you observe the world beyond your boundaries. Maps now show this entire region as a blank space marked with warnings. The nearest towns have moved miles away, leaving a ring of abandoned settlements whose empty buildings slowly decay. Even birds circle around your territory rather than crossing its boundaries.

The Heartstone's chamber pulses with energy so pure it would be blinding to unprepared eyes. Your crystalline attachments resonate with frequencies that haven't been heard since the height of N'hava power, creating harmonies that distort the very fabric of reality within your domain.

Through the Life Stream, you sense the complete success of your isolation. The professor's cautionary papers have become restricted documents, sealed away by authorities who don't understand why they feel such unease about them. The local tribes speak of your territory only in whispered warnings, teaching their children to turn back if they ever feel the air grow strange and cold.

The Underground Lake exists now in a space between spaces, its waters untouched by any presence save yours for decades. The Star Map Caves twist through dimensions that no human mind could map. The very ground beneath your feet has become something other than ordinary earth, infused with power that rejects all but the most essential living things.

As evening approaches – though time itself moves strangely here – you stand atop your watchtower, a solitary figure against the eternal twilight. Through the Life Stream, you sense other such places far away, each maintained by a guardian who, like you, chose absolute isolation. No greetings pass between you, no acknowledgments are made. Each stands alone, as it must be.

You adjust your crystalline attachments, fine-tuning the barriers that make your domain something beyond forbidden – something that exists partly outside normal reality. What began as a choice to protect through isolation has evolved into something even the N'hava might not have imagined – a pocket of pure, preserved power, a fragment of the ancient world maintaining its integrity against time itself.

The Life Stream flows here as it did in the most ancient days, untainted by modern thoughts or human presence. Your white fur and wire-rimmed glasses have become part of the few stories that still reach the outside world – a glimpse of something eternal and unchanging, a warning to those who would seek to understand too much.

You have become the Eternal Guardian – not just a protector of secrets, but a secret yourself. The future of Kolob's power is secure not through adaptation or sharing, but through absolute separation from a world that can no longer contain such pure forces.

The Heartstone pulses beneath the ground, its rhythm yours alone to know. Your vigil is both endless and eternal – a guard mounted not against mere intruders, but against time and change themselves.

[The End]