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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

"What are you doing with Aether?" Elara demanded, striding toward Daelano. Her steps were stiff, her exhaustion evident in every movement, betraying the tension beneath her calm exterior.

"I'm taking him to the infirmary," Daelano replied, cradling Aether in her arms with an almost theatrical grace. Her grip shifted subtly, one arm supporting his shoulders while the other hooked under his knees, as if she were carrying a fallen comrade—or a prize.

"Let him go," Elara said, her tone unwavering, though her eyes flickered to Aether's unconscious form.

"You're that girl, aren't you?" Daelano asked, her voice dripping with curiosity. With a fluid motion, she adjusted her hold on Aether, slinging him over her shoulder like a sack of grain as she closed the distance between them.

"What?" Elara replied, confusion flickering across her face. She took a half-step back, her instincts warning her of the danger radiating from Daelano.

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