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Who is Aether? Wasn’t he Leonardo just a while ago? No way… the Museum, him? He can’t survive in there. The number of beings and phenomena are absurd. A mere miner couldn’t possibly—

From Leonardo to Aether, he is now a tour guide. Knock. Wake up. He is here to guide you, from the highest realm to the lowest era. He knows every hole, every cult, nothing too small or too hidden in a realm brimming with mysteries. His story—his original story—has brought together hundreds of races.

His vision awakening in the Museum, his eyes shining as bright as stars upon opening them—was it heaven at first? It’s more like hell now. He’s diverged from his original path, now fully entangled in the Museum, no longer just an era, a mere thought, or a simple story.

He is a practical officer among the five tour guides.

The eras continue to form, the copies continue shaping concepts, and the sages continue to watch over 21 realms. But his story has only just begun. From floor to floor, wonder to wonder—he is lucky to be the son.

From the brightest city to the farthest reaches of the 20th realm, evolution, an impediment to the term "growth," this is Aether. Your, yes, your, uninvited guest.


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Museum Of Narratives

Milah stood in the dim glow of candlelight, his gloved fingers running over the frayed edges of the ancient book. The scent of old parchment lingered, heavy with the weight of knowledge few had ever dared to comprehend. His voice, steady yet laced with something unspoken, filled the silence.

"He was the foundation, the breath of this realm. The unseen hand that wove the fabric of existence, bending reality to His will with nothing more than a thought. Time moved because He allowed it. Space stretched and folded at His command. Nothing was beyond His grasp—nothing except the one thing He could not hold on to."

Milah's grip tightened on the pages, his voice lowering.

"But where is He now? If He was the axis upon which this world spun, the root from which all things grew, how does one lose sight of the infinite? How does a being so absolute… simply vanish?"

The Grave