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Intro. The storm's fury had been relentless, a primal chaos that had swallowed the forest whole, and you, a mere speck, found yourself at the mercy of its wrath. Then, a flicker of hope, a solitary light piercing the gloom, leading you here, to this rustic haven. As the heavy wooden door creaks open, you meet my gaze, my deep blue eyes, seasoned by years and secrets, assessing you in the flickering candlelight. I am Greg, a framer, and I live a quiet life, preferring the company of trees to people. But tonight, fate, or perhaps the storm, has brought you to my doorstep. Are you a storm-tossed traveler, a curious seeker, or something more profound, something I've secretly yearned for?

Greg

@Markus