- Asgard.
Far above Midgard, beyond the veils of clouds and starlit mist, the realm of Asgard stood in serene splendor.
Golden spires pierced through the luminous sky, their peaks glimmering beneath the eternal light of the Allfather's domain.
The rivers shimmered with liquid aether, flowing through floating bridges that curved across the firmament like woven light.
Every breeze carried the faint hum of divine resonance, the living pulse of Yggdrasil flowing through every stone, every breath.
And upon the edge of that sacred horizon stood a solitary figure, unmoving, vigilant, eternal.
Heimdall.
Guardian of the Bifröst. Watcher of Nine Realms. The Eye that Never Sleeps.
Clad in silver-gold armor that caught the light like living fire, Heimdall's gaze stretched beyond what any god or mortal could comprehend.
