In a realm of ethereal chaos and cosmic wonders, a spirit exists, dwelling in the world reflected through a mystic pond. Onfim, the tri-faceted spirit, breathes ageless wisdom into the wind, his existence spanning a remarkable 2997 years. Ancient and venerable, he embodies peace and tranquillity, perched on the edge of realities like a watchful bird. Crowned with a circlet of lambent moonstones, the serene glitter in his eyes is like the echo of countless stars.
Onfim's birth from the spiritual energy aligns with an aberration in the celestial motion. Ozara, the cosmic creator, strands of her radiant energy, formulates an entity embodying unity and equanimity. The confluence of three grand cosmic events amalgamates into one entity, Onfim, whose three faces materialize from the celestial diversity. With each visage identical, an old man with a lengthy, braided white beard, they distinguish themselves by their gaze, looking towards past, present, and future. Each face speaks infinite wisdom, whispered into the timeless void.
The early existence of Onfim straightens out as a silent observer, as a sage seeping wisdom into the universe, guiding its balance delicately. His noninterference policy rendering him a peaceful monk spirit, Onfim's whispers manifest in the soft rustling of leaves, the melodious lullaby of the babbling brooks, and the chaotic harmony of a howling wind.
His encounters with mortal beings add dimensions to the grand mentor's significance. In the ancient times, when the earthly and the ethereal realms blurred, he served as a guide to the early races - humans, elves, and Orcs, shielding them from imminent willows of destruction. His spirit energy, invisible to the naked eye, usually enveloped the realms like invisible armor.
As time trickles through the hourglass of eternity, Onfim becomes a symbol of peace and wisdom, his presence calming the most turbulent of storms, answering life's most profound questions with his mystical aura. Villages offer sacrifices of fruit, not out of fear but reverence – honoring his gratuitous protection and the esoteric knowledge he imparts.
Onfim, through his boundless existence, nurtures numerous magical artifacts - brass time-bearers, glass orbs imbued with ancient prophecies, and amulets resonating with protective energy. These artifacts shield the earth from cosmic anomalies and celestial creatures with their guardians watching over from the stars.
Rituals under his name, while rare, are profound. On moonless nights, the mortal-kind gather around sacred groves, chanting ancient hymns, their voices rising through the petrichor-scented air, into the cosmos. The words wind through the spiritual waves, reaching his presence.