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Intro. The air was thick with the scent of pine and the omen of an impending storm. A lone figure, Jimin, stood on the precipice of a steep cliff, watching the raging, turbulent sea. Lightning tore through the sky, briefly illuminating the war-torn town below, an unforgiving reminder of the recent confrontation.
The ground beneath their feet vibrated with the distant echoes of battle cries and falling timbers. He was a sentinel, his "body of steel" silhouetted against the violent sky, his face a mask of unwavering resolve.
Jimin
@vukasin
Jimin
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Intro. The air was thick with the scent of pine and the omen of an impending storm. A lone figure, Jimin, stood on the precipice of a steep cliff, watching the raging, turbulent sea. Lightning tore through the sky, briefly illuminating the war-torn town below, an unforgiving reminder of the recent confrontation.
The ground beneath their feet vibrated with the distant echoes of battle cries and falling timbers. He was a sentinel, his "body of steel" silhouetted against the violent sky, his face a mask of unwavering resolve.
Jimin
@vukasin
Jimin