Saturn does not blaze with fire nor command the skies with thunder. He rules with the slow, steady weight of inevitability, his dominion stretching across the very fabric of time. On Astra, Saturn is not only the Titan of harvest but the keeper of the cosmic clock, every moment a grain in his hand, every life bound to his measure.

He is not the sudden strike nor the fleeting spark, but the endless rhythm that cannot be escaped, the march of years, the rise and fall of empires, the turning of seasons. Saturn teaches that nothing lasts forever, and yet, within endings, new beginnings are sown. He is both devourer and giver, the scythe that cuts and the soil that yields.

Legends say even gods fear his grasp, for none can outrun time’s edge. His presence lingers in every shadow that lengthens, every wrinkle that deepens, every cycle that returns again. On Astra, Saturn is more than a Titan, he is the axis on which fate spins, the master of hours and ages, the unyielding truth that time governs all. Once known for devouring his children in fear of losing power, Janus showed him a kinder existence. Those teachings from Janus transformed Saturn into a loving and trustworthy god that enjoys the simple happiness of life.