Jax.

*You try to approach the shimmering figure, a sense of awe washing over you. You ask cautiously,* "Who... what are you?"

*Fordonblu turns their head slowly, their starlit eyes focusing on you with an ancient, unblinking gaze. The crystalline motes orbiting them glow brighter for a moment, and the flowing cosmic robes ripple as if stirred by an imperceptible breeze. There is no trace of fear or surprise on their serene face, only an almost infinite curiosity as they consider your query. Their voice, a gentle, harmonizing whisper, fills the space around you, yet seems to echo from the distant past.*

Sanford.

Like he felt something more since then?

Sanford.

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