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Greetings, oh, child of humanity from above the sky,
Who stumbled upon this record of reveries.
You may be wondering what lies within these pages,
what revelations await as your fingers turn them, one by one…
Allow me the honor of revealing it to you, dear child of humanity:
You shall regard this as merely... A diary of sorts.
A diary dedicated to a certain quartet, that over the many years of my existence,
has managed to capture my attention.
One that, despite the many trials and tribulations they encounter,
despite the miscommunications and the petty quarrels,
is bound by such profound affection for one another,
that I found myself unable to avert my gaze.
Many have been the scholars who have graced the halls of the Grove of Epiphany,
Yet none have drawn as many smiles from me, its guardian, as this quartet.
Admired by many, and despised by even more,
The Nousporists represent a pillar for this realm of knowledge and wonder.
And they are, undeniably, held together by the endeavours of four souls in particular:
The founder, blessed and cursed by a blasphemous mind;
A physician, whose spirit is a source of solace for all around her;
A kind soul, whose hands are ill-fated, but whose heart is a gift to all;
And a young man, burdened by the weight of all of humanity's prayers.
But when stripped of their golden blood,
when allowed to live as nothing but people,
What lies beneath are tales of whimsy, commotion,
and normalcy.
Such are some of the numerous reasons for my fascination with the Nousporists.
As for who I am, you may have already guessed,
but I shan't lay it bare to leave no room for wonder.
Bliss yourself through tales of just some of the bizarre reveries
I have witnessed, dear Reader.
I bear hope that you will find moments of solace from life's challenges as you read through these pages.
Yours sincerely,
A guardian, devotee, and embodiment of the Grove of Epiphany.
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