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002. Life*
A great midnight star.
Upon the memory, so ancient and elsewhere, he deems it flattering — yet, Aaravos remains here. Trapped. Without a familiar face, or the caress of darkness or earthly star-glow. His prison cleverly designed to keep a Startouch elf in a weakened state — immersed in bright, draining sunlight.Gilded and leathered tomes keep his company within the magic mirror. Aaravos cannot die here. Nor can he thrive, bound in obedient, constant silence.Humans and elves alike fear what they chose to not understand.By the grace… Aarvaros shall show them.
A fire, a gift, a spark.
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