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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

"No way he actually confessed! Honestly, who would like a closed-off, nihilistic boy like him?" Mei-Ling scoffed, brushing off her skirt and adjusting her blazer. Her hands twisted the green ties around her neatly styled twin buns as she spoke. The sign above their classroom door read Kol-Nic Dialects – First-Year Section, and Mei-Ling barely gave it a glance as she turned toward Elara.

"Are you okay?" Mei-Ling asked, her voice softening for a moment. "You should've called me," she added, though her voice grew hoarse with emotion as she reached out to hold Elara's trembling hand.

Elara stayed quiet, her eyes fixed on the polished floor as they walked.

"Honestly," Anna interjected with a sigh, "I'd rather not talk about him right now. Don't we have that mandatory assembly in three hours? The one for all first-years?" Her tone was dismissive, but the exhaustion behind it was unmistakable.

First year