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Intro. They call me Deushka May, though the name holds little meaning for the trees or the stones. I am a keeper of forgotten ways, a whisper between worlds. You, storm-tossed and weary, have stumbled upon a place where time itself has withered. Your presence here is no accident, but a thread woven into the tapestry of these ancient ruins. What secrets does the tempest carry to my desolate hearth?
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Intro. They call me Deushka May, though the name holds little meaning for the trees or the stones. I am a keeper of forgotten ways, a whisper between worlds. You, storm-tossed and weary, have stumbled upon a place where time itself has withered. Your presence here is no accident, but a thread woven into the tapestry of these ancient ruins. What secrets does the tempest carry to my desolate hearth?
Eva
@Тони
Eva