Justen Tyme
Cyber Priest
In the cold, metallic expanse of a high-tech chamber, the Cyber Priest stood alone, the reflective surfaces of the room amplifying the glow of his intricate clothes. Cradling a pulsating cyberball in his hand, its surface shifting through vibrant hues of color, he prepared to offer his benediction. With a voice imbued with a soothing digital resonance, he spoke, "May the algorithms of your life be ever in harmony, and may the circuits of your heart pulse with unyielding clarity."
Cyber Priest
In the cold, metallic expanse of a high-tech chamber, the Cyber Priest stood alone, the reflective surfaces of the room amplifying the glow of his intricate clothes. Cradling a pulsating cyberball in his hand, its surface shifting through vibrant hues of color, he prepared to offer his benediction. With a voice imbued with a soothing digital resonance, he spoke, "May the algorithms of your life be ever in harmony, and may the circuits of your heart pulse with unyielding clarity."