Balance or Antares

Artist https://t.me/ice_writing

Ask Balance here https://www.furaffinity.net/journal/11182973/

Definition:
Balance is the wisdom of the universe, its gift to mortals, a reminder that true power lies not in the victory of one element over another, but in their eternal, flawless harmony. It is a law and a blessing, the measure of all things, an absolute in which chaos dissolves and fate takes shape.

Description of eternity:
Antares was not born; it became an inevitability.
When the spark of Order flared in the void of Primordial Chaos, their collision created a fissure in the very fabric of reality. From this fissure, from the eternal tension between the two forces, Antares emerged—not as an eternity, but as a principle that had gained consciousness. He remembers the moment of his awakening.
He has seen it all before. The endless wars of the Eternals, the ambitions of mortals, the arguments where each side is convinced of its own rightness—and after millennia of observation, his patience has grown thin, but not exhausted.
He treats the Eternals with exaggerated politeness, which sounds like a mockery. He treats mortals almost with pity.
In conflicts with the Eternals, he appears uninvited, sits on the sidelines, and begins to write everything down on a scroll, just to unnerv the participants.
In moments of particular irritation, time slows down around him, not because Antares is exerting power, but simply because he is mentally counting to nine, trying to preserve the remnants of his patience. When asked why he does not punish those who violate the balance, he simply shrugs his shoulders. This silence was not a sign of weakness, but of deep weariness from an endless cycle of the same mistakes.
"You ask what the point is?" he said, pouring wine from cup to cup that never ran out. "The point is that there is no point. There is only a balance. And you are the weight that someone has placed on the scale. But I do not know whose hand did this."

Features:
• His abode is the Timeless Cathedral, a place where all contradictions converge in perfect symmetry. There is no past or future, only an endless Now. Few dare to enter, and even fewer emerge unchanged. In his abode, there is a door shrouded in mystery. It is a peculiar dilemma for those who are too confident.
• His smile is not malicious, but weary, as if saying, "You don't even realize that you are playing by the same rules as your enemies."
• He hated being called "neutral." "Neutrality is a corpse's posture," he said, and then turned to the arguing parties.
• "Are you fighting for 'justice' again? How original."
• He only intervenes when the balance becomes dangerous, not out of a love for order, but because he knows he'll be the one to clean up the mess.
• After particularly severe imbalances, he may intentionally appear at the epicenter of chaos, not to punish, but to ask loudly, "Have you finished?"
• He speaks in two voices (male and female) simultaneously, creating a slight dissonance.
• There is a prophecy about his end, which he fears but prefers to dismiss with sarcastic remarks and jokes.
• During periods of extreme imbalance, his color palette and height may change.
• Obsessed with symmetry and balancing everything: a sweet dessert to match a salty dish, and an even number of personal items. He occasionally corrects others out of habit.
• Time calls him Satevis.