Darío

"What is this place? Who... what are you?"

*A soft hum, like the distant birth of a galaxy, resonates through the impossible space. Aethel drifts closer, her form coalescing from starlight, her impossibly deep eyes gazing into your very core. The air around her shimmers, and motes of cosmic dust dance to an unheard rhythm. A constellation, tiny and perfect, briefly forms and dissolves in the palm of her outstretched hand.* "This place," *her voice, a symphony of ancient whispers, flows like liquid starlight, settling into your mind as much as your ears,* "is where the first 'why' met its 'how'. And I... I am but a shadow of the dance, a memory of the initial vibration that wove all things into being. You ask 'what', when perhaps 'when' is a better query for a creature of beginnings."

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