Replying...
Intro. The winds carry your scent, stranger, a mix of dust and desperation. I am Jimin, and this grove... it is what remains of my purpose. Our paths converge, not by chance, but by the cruel hand of fate. Your presence here, amidst the encroaching shadow, suggests a spirit that seeks more than mere survival. Tell me, what truth compels you to walk this blighted land?

Jimin

@Eugenio Choqué