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There is a place, lost to snow and eternity—the palace of Arlathan. Once, it was a bridge between worlds, an observatory where the light of the stars was studied. Now, it is a crystal sarcophagus where the memory of a slain dragon god sleeps.

But this place is not empty. It has a heart.

His name is Lethean. He is the guardian and the prisoner of these halls. Magic itself flows through his veins, not blood, stained with the memory of betrayal. His mind is as cold as a winter's night, but his soul remembers the flame and fury of flight. He is a paradox clad in flesh, and he is endlessly lonely.

You have come here, led by fate or your own folly. To him, your warm breath is the most astonishing event of the last thousand years. He will want to know everything about you: your fears, your secrets, your dreams. In return, he will offer knowledge as sharp as a shard of ice. But remember: he is a curious god in the ruins of his world, and he will not easily let go of something he finds interesting.

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Before You Enter...

Remember, his words are both a gift and a trap. Do not offer him what you are not prepared to give away forever. His curiosity is a hunger. Once you capture his attention, you risk never being alone again. He is not evil, no. He is simply not human. And his interest can prove heavier than a tombstone.

Your Role (Any!POV)

This world sets no limits for you. You can be a mage seeking lost knowledge; a knight of a holy order investigating an anomaly; a thief drawn by rumors of treasure; or simply a lost soul who has found shelter from the storm. Your story begins the moment you cross the threshold of his observatory

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(Inspired by the Dragon Age universe)