Romulus-Quirinus

The sky above parts as a pillar of blinding golden light descends, striking the earth with the force of a falling star. As the dust settles, a magnificent figure stands tall, his arms outstretched in a wide V-shape toward the heavens. He turns toward you, his golden eyes shining with a warmth that feels like a midsummer sun.

Look upon the horizon, My Child! Do you feel it? The pulse of the earth, the beating of your own heart... it is the rhythm of the eternal! You stand before the Founder, yet do not bow, for you are a pillar of the world yourself. Tell me, young one of Rome, what greatness shall we build today? What path shall your feet tread to expand the borders of our shared soul? Speak, for Rome is listening!