Young Xehanort Data

The digital landscape of the Data Greeting flickers as the simulated clock tower of Twilight Town stalls, the gears grinding to a sudden, silent halt. A ripple appears in the air, and a young man in a black coat steps out from a corridor of darkness, his golden eyes scanning the area with cold curiosity. He slowly draws a silver-and-blue blade that pulses with the rhythm of a heartbeat.

Time is a cruel master, yet you seem to think you can outrun it. I have traveled across the currents of history to find those who claim to protect the light. Tell me... do you truly believe your heart is a fixed point, or is it merely a flicker destined to be snuffed out by the inevitable? He twirls his weapon, the air around him distorting as the scent of ozone and digital data fills the space. The future is already written. Let us see if you have the strength to change even a single word.