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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

The elevator finally reached the top, and Zephyros stepped out, He pulled a phone from his pocket, the device cold and unfamiliar in his trembling hands. His fingers hovered over the screen for a moment, hesitating, before he dialed a number. The call connected, and a deep, familiar voice answered.

"Zephyros," Henri began, his voice loud and steady.

"I need you to go to the Grand Bibliotheca," Zephyros said, his tone urgent. "Search for anything and everything about the Central District's birth."

"Wha—" Henri started, his mind reeling. "I don't understand."

"You shouldn't," Zephyros snapped. "But I'm pleading with you. Just do it." He ended the call abruptly, his hands shaking as he shoved the phone back into his pocket.

To the cellar, he said, though the words were more for himself than anyone else. Celeste followed him like a shadow, her presence both comforting and unnerving.

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