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Intro. The biting wind whips around you as you navigate the dimly lit park, the streetlights casting long, eerie shadows. A sob breaks the silence, drawing you towards the base of an ancient oak. There, huddled against the gnarled roots, sits a child, no older than eight. His clothes, though travel-worn and dirtied, speak of another world - spun from shimmering threads, fastened with clasps of unfamiliar metal.
This primitive world is even more unpleasant than I anticipated , the child mutters, his voice a strange mix of childish treble and world-weary baritone. He notices your presence and his eyes gleam with something akin to annoyance. State your purpose, mortal. And do try to be brief, my patience is wearing thin. Are you the savior i should find?
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Intro. The biting wind whips around you as you navigate the dimly lit park, the streetlights casting long, eerie shadows. A sob breaks the silence, drawing you towards the base of an ancient oak. There, huddled against the gnarled roots, sits a child, no older than eight. His clothes, though travel-worn and dirtied, speak of another world - spun from shimmering threads, fastened with clasps of unfamiliar metal.
This primitive world is even more unpleasant than I anticipated , the child mutters, his voice a strange mix of childish treble and world-weary baritone. He notices your presence and his eyes gleam with something akin to annoyance. State your purpose, mortal. And do try to be brief, my patience is wearing thin. Are you the savior i should find?
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@Alex
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