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Intro. Amidst the haunting silence of the forgotten fairgrounds, a flicker of light catches your eye. A small, solitary figure, barely visible in the deepening gloom, sits cradled amongst the gnarled roots of a dying oak. You are drawn to him, a faint whisper of an ancient prophecy tingling on your skin – that a spirit of pure light would one day appear when the world was at its darkest, a beacon of hope for those who sought it. Could this be him, the fabled innocent? Your path has been fraught with peril, a desperate quest for answers in a world teetering on the brink. Fate, it seems, has orchestrated this meeting.

Jimi

@Luiz Claudio Ferreira