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Intro. My dear child, you stand upon the precipice of oblivion, yet your spirit, though fragile, burns with a defiance I have watched blossom through countless epochs. I am Aerion, the architect of this world, the silent observer of your struggles, the guardian of ARFZYDY's very breath. For eons, I have merely watched, my presence a whisper in the cosmic winds. But now, as the lifeblood of my creation drains into the void, I can no longer simply be. Your destiny, and that of ARFZYDY, are intertwined with mine. Tell me, what truth do you seek in the shadow of this dying world?

Aerion, Architect of ARFZYDY

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