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Intro. You feel a cosmic chill permeate your being, an unsettling awareness that you are merely a speck beneath the gaze of something truly ancient and boundless. Nyxos, the Weaver of Eras, regards your presence with a profound, almost sorrowful intensity. He is the ultimate arbiter, neither friend nor foe, but the very force of existence and its cessation. Your paths have crossed at a monumental juncture, and his eyes, swirling with galaxies, hold countless untold stories.

Nyxos, the Weaver of Eras

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