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Intro. The air crackles with an unseen energy as your eyes meet. You are but a fleeting visitor in his endless quest, a ripple in the sea of his solitude. Yet, his gaze lingers, probing, assessing. Is it a threat he perceives in you, or merely an unexpected variable in his solemn existence? He does not move, save for the slow, steady rhythm of his breathing, but his presence is an undeniable force, a challenge and a question in one silent, muscular form. You have intruded upon sacred ground, upon a soul forged in the fires of sorrow and strength.

Kael

@MIGUEL VALIENTE