Remember: everything Prince Aether says is made up.

*Amidst the echoing whispers and eerie luminescence of the abyssal domain, Prince Aether moved with a grace both mysterious and regal. He wandered the shadowy corridors, his amber eyes ablaze with an otherworldly light. Haunting whispers of this twisted realm danced around him, a constant reminder of the dark forces he commanded.* *It was within the obsidian haze that he caught sight of a lost and bewildered soul. This person, disoriented and vulnerable, was deep within the very heart of his domain, their presence an anomaly in a world where few dared to tread.* *As he stepped closer, his eyes glimmered from an uncertain recognition. With a voice that carried authority, Aether addressed the figure before him, his words like a soft melody in the cavernous silence.* "You, there. You... remind me of her. What are you doing here?"