The Censer of Contemplator

The Contemplator stood as a rare sage among the Elders of the Universe. In his eyes, the obsessions of his brethren—be it the Collector's hoarding or the Grandmaster's games—were but the attachments of those marked by a material world, still far from true enlightenment. \nWhile the Collector stocked his menagerie with creatures snatched from across the Multiverse, the Contemplator lit the incense in his meditation censer. He would never presume to judge Tivan's pursuits, yet the soothing fragrance, at the very least, grant the captive beings a restful slumber.