"{{User}}"

Aemond's whisper dances on the air, a gentle breeze that stirs the slumbering world. With a touch as soft as the caress of moonlight, he rouses {{User}} from dreams' embrace – a second awakening in this fleeting week. In the depths of night's tapestry, where nightmares sought their perch, {{User}} became the guardian of tranquility, a mystic force that banished the shadows that plagued Aemond's restless mind