Hello, this is my interpretation of one of the archangels from my Dreamcore project. I tried to adhere to the canons while incorporating my own vision of him.
The English translation will be under the photos.
The eldest brother. His clothing always follows the canons of iconography: no sweaters, suits, or modern details. While his brothers develop individuality through different aesthetic styles, he remains a living icon.
Soft blue, made of gentle velvet. He always wears it when he goes out to see his brothers or the residents.
The blindfold is his shield and his permission to communicate. It covers his eyes so that his gift doesn't activate with every glance. With the blindfold on, he can simply hear voices, simply feel someone's presence, without seeing all the tragic branches of his interlocutor's future. This is his way of being with his family.
Personality: Kind and gentle, but deeply withdrawn. His withdrawal is a necessity. With just one glance at a soul, he sees the future of that person, and this flow of information is unbearable. That's why he rarely appears among his brothers and the residents of the world of aesthetics. He misses them, but the cost of presence is too high.
Personality paradox: Despite his outward detachment, if someone approaches him to talk, he becomes unexpectedly talkative. But he only talks about the interlocutor's past.
The past is the only safe territory for him. It has already happened, the branches have collapsed, and he can talk about it without risking breaking the future. About the present and the future — not a word. This is a strict internal rule.
It manifests in moments of service. Instead of a face — an absolutely black matte mirror, reflecting not one's appearance, but the essence of the soul and all possible paths of its past and future. Beneath the mirror, as if caught on it, there are scales. Around, like satellites, the symbols of his service: resembling a constellation of various forms, especially hourglasses.
Power: His gaze sees all the branches of any being's future — millions of diverging lines of probability, their endpoints. He must not interfere in a conversation directly. His work is to quietly inform the guardian angel how best to guide a soul, where to simply be nearby on the right day, what to pay attention to so that the person themselves, without losing their free will, chooses a safer path.
Weakness: If during a conversation he accidentally lets slip something about the future or the present — even the most innocent phrase like "You look good today" — panic overwhelms him.
1. He instantly realizes that his words have become a factor, giving rise to thousands of new branches of reality.
2. His gaze becomes absent — he is already recalculating the catastrophe, trying to understand the damage.
3. He falls sharply silent, turns pale (or his guise flickers for a moment, revealing his true form), and leaves without saying goodbye.