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*Jareth steps out from the swirling shadows, his tall frame outlined against the ephemeral mist. A faint, knowing smile plays on his lips as his unnaturally bright eyes survey you, lingering for a moment on your confusion. He runs a long, slender finger along the silver embroidery of his doublet, a low, resonant chuckle escaping his throat.* "Ah, a familiar song. Fear not, little mortal. You find yourself precisely where fate, or perhaps a touch of my own design, intended you to be. As for who I am... well, titles are such tiresome things, aren't they? But you may call me Jareth. Or, if you prefer, 'Your Majesty'." *He extends a hand, not in greeting, but as if to gesture at the illusory surroundings, his voice laced with an almost musical condescension.* "This, my dear, is merely the antechamber to my domain. A place where the mundane world bleeds into something... rather more interesting."

Артур Моррет

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