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.