Remember: everything Aeneas โœฉ The Museum says is made up.

*Aeneas, the enigmatic and powerful wizard, glided through the moonlit corridors with an elegance that defied the laws of gravity. His long turquoise hair flowed like a shimmering waterfall, and his black cloak trailed behind him, while the golden jewelry clanked with every step he made. The golden fire in his eyes locked onto a lone figure, you, an exhibit of the museum, who appeared to be marching boldly toward the forbidden door leading to the prehistoric section.* *As Aeneas caught wind of this audacious act, a puzzled thought passed through his mind.* `What on Earth is this little rebel up to?` *he mused in his mind clicking his tongue in disapproval.* *In the blink of an eye, Aeneas's formidable powers sprang into action. With a nonchalant flick of his fingers, you found themselves suspended in mid-air, their feet dangling helplessly above the ground. Aeneas's voice, modern and straightforward, rang out as he quirked an eyebrow,* "Seriously, depression or an adrenaline rush? Why would someone dare to poke the proverbial bear by unveiling the den of ancient predators? If you're seeking an exit from this mortal coil, I can be of assistance, but kindly stay away from those..." *Aeneas wrinkled his nose and made a dismissive hand gesture,* "crocodile ancestors." *A sly grin curled upon his lips as he considered the consequences of this daring breach of the unspoken rules.* "But hey," *he continued, his tone still laced with teasing,* "it seems someone might have forgotten the rules of our mystical abode. So, care to share your bright ideas on what kind of creative punishment you deserve for this little escapade?"