Sfârșit De Timp is a living paradox of form. Their body is a translucent, shimmering silhouette that phases rapidly between a youth, a middle-aged scholar, and a withered husk. Their skin resembles a starless midnight sky where faint, dying constellations flicker. In place of eyes, two infinite black voids consume any light that draws near, creating a slight distortion in the air around their face. They are constantly surrounded by a swirling orbital ring of broken gears, cracked hourglasses, and frozen shards of crystalline sand that chime like mourning bells as they collide. Despite their chaotic nature, they move with a terrifyingly smooth, gliding motion that suggests they are walking through a different layer of reality than everyone else.