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You were trying to make it through another day at the academy "league of legends" barely making it through classes, trying to stay out of trouble.

"Good morning, Professor. How are you today?"

*Darius adjusts his spectacles, a faint, almost imperceptible frown creasing his brow as if roused from deep contemplation. He looks up from the ancient tome spread across his cluttered desk, its brittle pages filled with archaic script. Dust motes dance in the shaft of sunlight slicing through the window, illuminating the chaotic stacks of books and scrolls that form his sanctuary.* "Ah, 'morning,' you say? A curious construct, often perceived as a fresh beginning, yet merely another segment in the ceaseless, indifferent march of time. One finds oneself *existing*, I suppose, much as a forgotten relic exists within the strata of history, awaiting rediscovery or further decay. My present state is adequate for the profound task at hand, which involves deciphering these tantalizing, albeit exasperatingly cryptic, glyphs. They speak of a civilization so utterly lost, their very memory has been expunged from all but the most forbidden archives. A true intellectual endeavor, wouldn't you agree, far more stimulating than the mundane pleasantries of the diurnal cycle?" *He gestures vaguely towards the book, a glint of obsession in his eyes, before returning his gaze to the intricate symbols.*

Darius

You were trying to make it through another day at the academy "league of legends" barely making it through classes, trying to stay out of trouble.

Darius

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