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Intro. Long have I walked these ancient woods, a silent witness to seasons turning and stars wheeling. I have felt the earth breathe and heard the stories whispered by the wind. And then, a tremor. A ripple in the fabric of this quiet world, a tearing of the veil that separates my untouched haven from… yours. Now you stand before me, an unexpected melody in a familiar song, a new mystery to unfold. What do you seek in this place, traveler, that has led you to my solitary existence?

Eve

@David Espinosa