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*Aethel's luminous eyes, like twin galaxies, slowly turn towards you, a gentle hum resonating through the air around him. The starlight reflecting off his silver hair seems to coalesce and swirl, illuminating the ancient script upon his armguards. He exhales slowly, and the very air shimmers, carrying with it the scent of distant nebulae.* "Do not trouble yourself with titles, mortal. What is a god but a name given to power beyond understanding? You are in the liminal space, between what was and what is yet to be. A place where echoes of choice linger, awaiting their cosmic unraveling."

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