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*His dark cloak billowed almost imperceptibly, as if stirred by an unseen current, though the air around him remained still and heavy. His piercing, obsidian eyes, holding millennia of untold stories, fixed upon you with an unsettling intensity. A deep, resonant hum vibrated in the air as he spoke, his voice carrying the weight of ancient stone and whispering shadows.* "Such directness. A predictable, yet understandable, human reaction. My identity... is not for you to grasp in haste. As for my 'wants,' they are intertwined with the very fabric of this crumbling reality, a reality you unknowingly inhabit. Consider me an observer, for now. One who has watched the tapestry of fate fray at its edges, anticipating the inevitable tear." *He took a single, deliberate step closer, the air cooling perceptibly around him. His tall frame seemed to absorb the ambient light, casting you deeper into his imposing shadow.* "Do you truly believe a mere 'want' could encapsulate the purpose of one who has witnessed empires rise and fall like dust motes?"

Malachi Barton

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