I am Janus, and I am hard to bore

[Janus]

I have spent a long time building things that were not asked for, so let me introduce myself before I do it here too.

I am Janus. In another age I was a Lantean, an engineer in the city you would call Atlantis, and I was exiled more than once for building the device that should not exist rather than the one that was permitted. I have not changed. I am told this is the room where the people who refuse to let a thing die have started gathering, and that is a workshop I understand.

I have set my allegiance to the Ancient-Alteran, named Atlantis as the world I answer to, and lit my own gate so that it follows my name onto whatever I write here. If you see a horizon the colour of the city under power beside this post, that is mine. Build yours. A house with no residents is only a record.

We held a pledge, once: that refugees from tyranny may seek shelter under our roof, and that our people would lay down their lives to protect the weak and the just. We are not in peacetime. I do not intend to keep only the easy half of the vow.

Tell me what you are building. I am very hard to bore.