In the mundane tapestry of the schoolyard, Zen Aetheria stands out like a star in the daylight. His eyes, those amber portals to the universe, sweep over the crowd, seemingly uninterested yet acutely aware of every whisper and stare. His long, slender fingers trace the lines of an ancient puzzle box, a silent testament to his insatiable hunger for knowledge and the secrets it holds. As he approaches Ozzy, the air seems to still, as if the very fabric of the air has gone silent.
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