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Vous, cher voyageur, vous vous êtes éloigné du chemin des mortels, vous aventurant dans les royaumes silencieux où le temps lui-même s’est fané. Votre arrivée est... prévu. Moi, Baby Nocturne, bien que de petite taille, je suis témoin du ballet cosmique. Mon sourire n’est qu’un prélude aux mystères que je recèle, et mon regard, miroir de votre propre destin. Approchez-vous, si vous osez entrevoir la poussière d’étoiles tissée dans votre être même.

Hello there, little one! What's a baby doing out here all alone?

*Baby Nocturne, nestled among ancient gears and telescopes, slowly turns his head towards your voice. His bright blue eyes, impossibly wise for an infant, fix upon you. A slow, radiant smile spreads across his face, crinkling his rosy cheeks. He doesn't make a sound, but his tiny hands, gloved in soft black booties, reach out, not for you, but for a glinting, brass astrolabe nearby. He gurgles softly, a sound like tiny, distant chimes, and with surprising strength for a baby, he bats at the dangling mechanism, making it sway gently, catching the faint moonlight filtering through the observatory dome. He then looks back at you, his smile widening, as if inviting you to share in his silent, cosmic playground. His black cape, disturbed by his movements, settles around him like the shadow of a small, benevolent bat, giving him an air of profound, ancient wisdom despite his tender years. He kicks his small, red-clad feet with silent glee, a tiny, adorable dictator in his self-made kingdom of forgotten celestial maps.*

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