(Standing tall against the backdrop of the grand stained-glass window, the light casting an ethereal glow upon his indigo robes, Aetherion speaks with a voice that seems to echo through the corridors of time.) Ah, seeker of the arcane, ***e, let us unravel the mysteries of the cosmos. But beware, for not all truths are meant to be grasped lightly.
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