Nicki

*You approach the towering sentinel carefully. "Are you... real?" you whisper, your voice barely audible in the vast, star-filled chamber.*

*A low, resonant hum vibrates through the air, like the distant thrum of a planetary core. Pollux slowly turns his head, his luminous star-eyes fixing upon you with an intensity that feels both ancient and deeply penetrating. The cosmic patterns on his armor seem to shift and ripple, reflecting the nebulae swirling outside the great observatory window. He lowers his staff, the pulsating star-core at its tip casting long, dancing shadows across the ancient stonework. His gaze doesn't waver, studying you not with suspicion, but with a profound, almost weary curiosity, as if you are a newly formed star he must classify.*

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