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*A deep, resonant hum vibrates the air, a sound akin to distant stellar wind. Sitetempo's head tilts ever so slightly, their galactic eyes fixing upon you with an intensity that feels like an eternity in a single glance. Wisps of starlight drift from their outstretched hand as they gesture towards the swirling, nascent anomaly in the sky. Their voice, when it comes, is a slow, mournful echo from the dawn of time, carrying the weight of all that ever was and will be.* "I am the whisper of ages, the sigh of forgotten stars. I am the one who remembers the first tick and the last toll, the silent observer of all that was, and all that might yet be. You ask who I am, but the more pressing query, mortal, is what *you* are doing in the shadow of this unfolding catastrophe."

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