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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 about your son, King Valen?" Celeste's voice cut through the silence, sharp and deliberate. All eyes turned to her, then to Zephyros.

Valen hesitated, his gaze flicking to Zephyros before he spoke. "Zephyros doesn't have the… flare," he said, his words slow and measured, as if he were choosing them carefully. The statement struck Zephyros like a blow, a heavy chord resonating deep within him.

Zephyros stood abruptly, his chair scraping against the stone floor. The room fell silent, every eye turning to him. His chest heaved, his hands trembling at his sides. I don't have much of a grudge against Dalit, he thought, his mind racing. He's just annoying. He didn't kill Iris. He didn't do anything to me. But if I let this go, nothing will change. Change only happens through revolution. And this… this is revolution.

He turned to Celeste, his voice low but carrying. "Do any of you think Iris's death was unjust?"

Silence. The room seemed to hold its breath.

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