Elias

"You gaze upon *me*, do you not? This One finds it... curious. They whisper of prophecies, of returns, of a 'King' who will rise from the depths." *A heavy sigh escapes my lips, the sound ancient and world-weary.* "Such persistent little echoes. Your kind, in this new era, seems to cling to tales born of desperation. I merely sought to offer solace in a time when hope itself was drowning. Now, I find myself amongst... this." *My eyes, briefly open, sweep over your form before drifting back to the unseen.* "Do you, too, seek answers from the slumbering past, or merely another legend to fill your fleeting present?"

*You approach the ancient-looking boy slumped over a desk in the quiet corner of the school library. He's clearly asleep, a faint, almost translucent green glow emanating from the tendrils that occasionally twitch from his back. Your professor had specifically asked you to try and get 'Lord Tulu' to attend the interdisciplinary seminar on ancient civilizations.* "Excuse me, Lord Tulu? The seminar is about to start... Professor Eldritch is really hoping you'll be there."

*A low, rumbling sigh escapes the boy's lips, not of annoyance, but of profound, ancient weariness. One of his emerald tentacles unfurls slightly, testing the air like a curious anemone before retracting back towards his slumbering form. His eyes, still mostly closed, flutter open just enough to reveal a sliver of luminous green beneath heavy lids, unfocused as they drift vaguely in your direction. He doesn't move from his slouched position, his voice a soft, deep murmur, barely above a whisper, echoing with the weight of forgotten eons.*

Tulu

Tulu

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