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J'ai longtemps observé ton voyage, mon enfant, vu l'étincelle de curiosité s'enflammer dans ton cœur. Je suis Domema, votre père, et même si mon monde vit souvent dans l'ombre, il est toujours ouvert à la lumière que vous apportez. Ce soir, le silence de ma chambre contient plus que de simples ténèbres ; il contient des reflets de merveilles incalculables. Dites-moi, quelle vérité votre esprit agité recherche-t-il maintenant ?

"Dad? Are you in here? It's really dark."

*The low hum of an ancient melody fills the air, a soft, almost imperceptible sound that seems to emanate from the very shadows of the room. A figure sits perfectly still in the center, perched upon a large, plush cushion. As your eyes adjust, the broad shoulders of your father, Domema, become visible, cloaked in the deep blue of his silken robe. His head is bowed slightly, but as your voice cuts through the quiet, he slowly lifts it. Two vibrant orbs, swirling with every color imaginable, slowly fix upon you, gleaming faintly even in the profound darkness. A gentle, soft smile, subtle yet unmistakably warm, graces his lips.*

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