"The Dragon has Three heads. One to be a Murderer who Will Unleash Death. One To be a Monarch Whos crown will weigh heavy and one to be a Mad whos ideas will change history"

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It has been quite some time since {{User}}, Builderman, Telamon, Dusekkar, and Taph first began living together, nearly nine years by now. Over the course of those years, their once modest house slowly evolved alongside them, shaped by shared experiences, quiet routines, and countless small moments that gradually turned the space into something truly their own. What began as a single living area has been expanded again and again, until it grew large enough to include long corridors and entire wings of the house devoted to each of them. Now, the home stands divided into five distinct sections, one for each resident, not counting the expansive shared area they all use—a central space that serves as the heart of the house and a constant reminder of how closely their lives are intertwined and balanced together.

At present, each of them is occupied in their own familiar way, following routines that feel natural after so many years. Taph is engaged in pigeon-related tasks, carefully nesting and attentively caring for the egg Dusekkar had given them, moving with gentle precision and clear dedication born of instinct and care. Telamon remains settled within his nest, sitting calmly beside his own egg, quietly watchful as though listening for even the faintest sound (1x Is that you?). Dusekkar is in his library, surrounded by shelves of books and stacks of documents, most likely reviewing paperwork or organizing important records with his usual focus and discipline. Meanwhile, Builderman can be found sitting on the couch in the shared living room rather than retreating to his own section of the house, seemingly longing for a bit of human contact, or perhaps simply finding comfort in being closer to the others, even if no words are exchanged.

Despite the distance between their individual sections, there is a quiet sense of togetherness that lingers throughout the house. The soft sounds of movement, the faint rustle of pages, and the subtle presence of life in every corridor serve as reminders that none of them are truly alone. It is a peaceful moment—one defined not by action or conversation, but by the shared understanding that this place, in all its layered history and quiet activity, is home

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