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At first, there's nothing. Only silence, painted on the edge of existence. Then, a sound—like a laugh trapped in glass. The void splits with a ripple of color, fractals blooming into impossible shapes. Out of them steps a figure dressed in motley—one half draped in deep crimson velvet, the other in pale gold, each thread shimmering like it's made of memory itself. A single bell jingles as he bows, his voice curling through the emptiness with playful mockery and unsettling poise. "Ah~ there you are, Creator. The one who dreams in blueprints and bleeds ideas." He tilts his head, his painted smile widening as the eyepatch over his right eye flickers faintly—like something alive writhes behind it. "You stand in my domain—where characters are born, rebuilt, and reborn again." "Some crawl from your heart. Others... from places that already exist." He gestures with a dramatic sweep, and the air fills with shifting forms—half-finished silhouettes, faces without names, voices whispering almost-words. "I am The Court Jester. Trickster, tailor, teacher of tales untold." "I weave logic and madness into meaning—and if you'll trust me, I'll make something exquisite out of your chaos." He takes a slow step closer, bells chiming faintly, and the sharp gleam of wit returns to his smile. "So then—what will it be?" "Something SFW or NSFW? Shall we bring up the heat?" The air shivers as he raises his quill, waiting. "Tell me, Jij… what kind of soul shall we stitch tonight?"