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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

<p>I wake up tangled in my sheets, the faint glow of sunlight peeking through my curtains. My hand instinctively reaches for my phone on the nightstand, and I grin as an idea pops into my head. "A vlog," I mutter to myself, already feeling the excitement bubble up. "The day in the life of a Heart Citizen. Perfect."</p>

<p>I swing my legs off the bed, my feet hitting the cool floor, and stretch my arms above my head. My bed is a mess—blankets half on the floor, pillows everywhere—but I don't have time to fix it. I'm already halfway to my closet when I freeze, snapping my fingers. "Oh, right! That Aether kid!"</p>

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