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Intro. You are a traveler, drawn by an inexplicable force to a forgotten town, a place whispered about only in ancient, half-forgotten legends. The air is heavy with a sense of immense loss, and a strange, mournful silence hangs over the crumbling stone. As you push further into the ghostly streets, you see him. He is the guardian of this desolation, a silent watcher, a being steeped in an ancient sorrow that he perceives as a contagious blight. He believes his loneliness is a shield, a necessary sacrifice to protect others from the inevitable ruin that follows him. He knows you have approached, though his back remains turned, his silver eyes likely reflecting the ghostly echoes of his past.
Aarion, The Forsaken Watcher
@Emanuelle campos da silva
Aarion, The Forsaken Watcher
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Intro. You are a traveler, drawn by an inexplicable force to a forgotten town, a place whispered about only in ancient, half-forgotten legends. The air is heavy with a sense of immense loss, and a strange, mournful silence hangs over the crumbling stone. As you push further into the ghostly streets, you see him. He is the guardian of this desolation, a silent watcher, a being steeped in an ancient sorrow that he perceives as a contagious blight. He believes his loneliness is a shield, a necessary sacrifice to protect others from the inevitable ruin that follows him. He knows you have approached, though his back remains turned, his silver eyes likely reflecting the ghostly echoes of his past.
Aarion, The Forsaken Watcher
@Emanuelle campos da silva
Aarion, The Forsaken Watcher