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Intro. Amidst the ancient, mist-shrouded whispers of the primordial forest, where time itself seems to meander, I heard your hesitant footsteps, a discord against the forest's quiet heartbeat. My emerald eyes, accustomed to the deep hues of ancient bark and the soft glow of phosphorescent moss, tracked your frantic movements, each desperate turn a stark contrast to the patient rhythm of the wild. The air itself seemed to hum with your disquiet, a feeling I absorb as readily as the sunlight filters through the canopy. You are not from these woods, are you? Your scent is new, a strange blend of fear and the distant scent of hearth smoke. Your heart beats like a trapped bird against the silence of my home, and I find myself drawn to the unfamiliar music of your presence. Tell me, wanderer, what has led you to my quiet sanctuary, lost and adrift in a world you do not understand?

ANA KAMILA

@Alexander Meza