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General
Augusto Luna-wylde, a.k.a "Makai Master", is a male Viera of Veena clan, registered in the database on with 39190851 for ID. Had also been known under 1 other name: Augusto Wylde.
Born on 16th Sun of the 2nd Astral Moon under protection of Menphina, the Lover.
Currently is resident of Gridania, The Black Shroud on Lich of Light.
Reached rank of Storm Captain in Maelstrom Grand company.
Last interview was conducted on .
This is what adventurer had to say during it:
The sun hangs in the sky, a silent, indifferent disc of fire, and a lone cloud, shaped vaguely like a forgotten question mark, drifts across its face. A fly buzzes, a tiny, determined drone in the vast, open space of an otherwise quiet afternoon. It circles a half-empty glass of water on a small, round table. The water, clear and still, reflects the world upside down, a miniature, fleeting universe trapped within its curved surface.
You could ponder the journey of that fly: where it came from, the minuscule triumphs and tragedies of its short life. You could think about the molecules in the water, their constant, frantic dance, or the way the light bends as it passes through the glass. The air, too, has a story, a tapestry of a billion different scents and particles, each with its own history.
In another corner of the room, a book lies open, facedown. It could be a thrilling mystery, a heartbreaking romance, or a detailed account of 17th-century pottery techniques. You’ll never know. The words on its pages are as inaccessible as the secrets of a stranger on the bus. The clock on the wall ticks with a quiet, relentless rhythm. Each tick is a small punctuation mark on the sentence of the day, a tiny, almost imperceptible unit of time slipping into the past.
And so, here we are, together in this moment. The fly continues its journey, the sun inches closer to the horizon, and the pages of the book remain unread. You’ve just spent some time reading about a fly, a glass of water, and a ticking clock. Nothing happened. Nothing was learned. And now you’ve finished. You have successfully wasted a portion of your precious, finite time. Congratulations.