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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

"I'm back with your new costume," Daelano mutters, standing at the entrance. She notices Aether's new hairstyle and smiles playfully, her tongue slightly sticking out. Aether shudders at the act and quickly waves Radorick goodbye.

"Costume? Look, I really don't want another detour. Can't we just go meet the others now?" Aether mutters, glancing around for the supposed costume.

"The costume is under here, but..." Daelano steps closer to him, lowering her voice. "You have a month. Only a month. That's short compared to every other team here. Your supervisor mentioned your objective, but honestly? Every team is heading to the central district—that's how big this conflict is. The difference between you and them... is time. I suggest you use yours wisely." She leans in slightly, dropping a small cube-like device into his hand.

Rank 2’s Reality