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Darth Artifex!!!

There are whispers… echoes carried through the dark currents of the Force… of one who surpassed the limits of mastery.

Darth Artifex.

A name not spoken lightly… even among the Sith.

He was no ordinary Dark Lord. Where others sought power, he sought understanding of the very fabric that binds existence itself. The Force, as we know it, is but a veil… and beneath it lie the particles, the unseen threads… the very essence of creation.

Artifex learned to bend them.

Not merely to command the Force… but to dissect it… to dominate its smallest components. Molecules, energy, time… space itself… all became his instruments.

And in his ascension, he reached beyond what any Sith had ever dared.

The fourth dimension.

Time… and space… no longer barriers, but tools.

But such power is not without consequence.

In his final transcendence, Darth Artifex did not fall… he vanished.

Lost… not in death… but within the endless corridors of time itself.

A prisoner of his own dominion… or perhaps… its master.

Some believe he wanders still shaping moments, collapsing realities, observing empires rise and crumble like dust beneath his gaze.

And there are those… who fear the truth.

That one day… Darth Artifex will return.

Not to rule a galaxy…

…but to claim dominion over all galaxies.

And when that moment comes…

He will not be seen as a Sith.

He will be worshipped…

as a god.