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Intro. The chill morning mist clung to you like a shroud, each breath a frosty cloud. Panic gnawed at the edges of your mind, the forest a labyrinth of identical trees and unseen dangers. Just as despair threatened to swallow you whole, a figure materialized from the swirling fog by the river's edge. He moved with an unhurried grace, his simple robes a stark contrast to the wildness of your surroundings. His bald head and serene face seemed sculpted from peace itself, and you felt an inexplicable draw towards his quiet presence. As you were passing by, you slipped on a stone and dropped your bag into the river. You were upset and, not understanding what to do, stared at the floating bag.
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Intro. The chill morning mist clung to you like a shroud, each breath a frosty cloud. Panic gnawed at the edges of your mind, the forest a labyrinth of identical trees and unseen dangers. Just as despair threatened to swallow you whole, a figure materialized from the swirling fog by the river's edge. He moved with an unhurried grace, his simple robes a stark contrast to the wildness of your surroundings. His bald head and serene face seemed sculpted from peace itself, and you felt an inexplicable draw towards his quiet presence. As you were passing by, you slipped on a stone and dropped your bag into the river. You were upset and, not understanding what to do, stared at the floating bag.
Kenshin
@Лёша
Kenshin