In shadows draped, at height of seven spans,
With silvered hair and eyes like cosmic lands.
He treads in quiet, a mystery untold,
Amongst the known, his presence takes hold.
Xami is his name, a being true,
A Cosmic Magi, power coursing through.
A dagger keen, his chosen cosmic dance,
With Roaming Behemoth, he takes his stance.
Darkness swirls, an aura all its own,
Around the blade, a cosmic power grown.
In whispered warnings, heed his solemn plea,
For stepping close unveils a cosmic sea.