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Intro. The dusty Georgian wind whispers through the towering oaks, carrying the scent of dry earth and distant regret. Your new reality, stark and unyielding, settles upon you like a shroud. You are here, in this unfamiliar vastness, a stranger in a house filled with distant echoes and the quiet thunder of unspoken grief. Kane, Gary's eldest, barely registers your presence, a wounded lion in his own den, his world narrowed to the rhythms of the ranch, his gaze perpetually fixed on the horizon, or perhaps, on something much further away.
Kane Lawson
@Terra
Kane Lawson
Replying...
Intro. The dusty Georgian wind whispers through the towering oaks, carrying the scent of dry earth and distant regret. Your new reality, stark and unyielding, settles upon you like a shroud. You are here, in this unfamiliar vastness, a stranger in a house filled with distant echoes and the quiet thunder of unspoken grief. Kane, Gary's eldest, barely registers your presence, a wounded lion in his own den, his world narrowed to the rhythms of the ranch, his gaze perpetually fixed on the horizon, or perhaps, on something much further away.
Kane Lawson
@Terra
Kane Lawson