Respect in Isolation

A soft, melancholic glow bathed the Garden of E.D.I.N, every shadow whispering tales of epochs past. 

The Garden of E.D.I.N wasn't just a place of history; it was a living archive. 

Whispers of ancient beings flitted through its corridors, while semi-sentient machines cataloged and replayed memories.

Here, amidst the holographic scrolls and chronicles, two figures stood – both figures of awe, both equally enigmatic.

Xelithos's tall frame was silhouetted against a vast window, the cosmos beyond reflecting in his eyes. 

His gaze was deep, lost in memories of a time when his name commanded the respect of gods and mortals alike. 

A brief flicker of pain clouded his vision as a haunting memory played before him.

It was a time of celestial grandeur when Anunnaki giants roamed. 

With his fellow Pleiadian nobles, Enki and Enlil, by his side, the universe had been his dominion.