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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

Daelano drops the paper at Aether's feet. Her steps falter slightly, but she does not turn back. As she descends from the platform, she mutters under her breath, her voice light, almost wistful.

"What a great dance... I'll use my violin more properly next time and sing the song of liberation."

Then, without hesitation, she grips the hilt of her sword and plunges it back into her gut, the blade sliding between flesh as if it belonged there. She does not flinch. Unbothered. She walks away, her form shrinking into the distance, swallowed by the haze of battle and dust.

Aether stares after her, something cold clenching around his throat. His breath stalls, refusing to move, as though it has been stolen. He reaches up instinctively, clutching at his neck.

"Always appearing when I DON'T need it."

Lattice and Lies