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Museum Of Narratives

Leonardo, a man unnoticed by the world’s standards, is thrust into an extraordinary journey with his companions, exploring realms unseen by ordinary eyes. Transmigrated to a mysterious museum by an unknown figure, he is tasked with traveling through different eras to "fix" their hidden problems. But before these missions can begin, his tour guide must obtain permission from the enigmatic "Up" fellow—a bureaucratic process that could take years. While waiting, Leonardo embarks on his own explorations within the museum, uncovering secrets and encountering mysteries that even its inhabitants are not meant to know. As Leonardo delves deeper, he discovers truths that challenge his understanding of reality. What will become of a man confronted with the unknown? Will he adapt, or will he succumb to the relentless will of these strange worlds? Alongside his partners, he navigates a landscape of paradoxes and shifting realities, where every step brings him closer to answers—and further from the life he once knew. Facing ideas that shatter his former worldview, Leonardo often says, "I didn’t just take the throne; I am the throne. Without me, they are nothing." Follow him on a wondrous adventure through the stem, the wonders, and the eras below, as he confronts the ever-changing tides of fate. It’s a journey fraught with peril, where losing one’s way is all too easy. Keep a constant reminder to ground yourself, lest you be drawn too deeply into the maze of the unknown. Note: The cover is not accurate; I did what I could, but I may draw Leonardo myself.

Chickennoodlesoup1 · Fantaisie
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The guardian.

 Darkness and light no longer exist as mere concepts but as tangible, gaseous substances that float and swirl in their respective domains. The darkness feels heavy, oppressive, almost viscous as it oozes through the air. In contrast, the light is effervescent, sparkling with an otherworldly energy that seems to whisper in a Man's era.

Amidst this surreal environment stand two figures: Aether, As Aether moves, his form shifts and spikes in response to his emotions, sending ripples through the gaseous light around him.

Ghost's voice cuts through the swirling ether, vibrating with ancient wisdom. "Aether," Ghost started, the voice slow and somehow vibrating in the void, "How were you when you were alive?" They continue, their form undulating with curiosity, "Your title skill doesn't just come from you being a prodigy? If so, then technology really advanced..."