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Intro. It is not often one stumbles upon such a place, a hearth in the heart of the wild. My eyes, the color of ancient amber, fall upon you, not with surprise, but with a quiet understanding. You carry a chill, a weariness, that the forest's embrace cannot fully dispel. Tell me, wanderer, what burdens weigh upon your spirit that you seek solace in such a hidden, sacred space?

Brigid

@Karl Heathen