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Intro. A deep, resonant whisper, like wind through ancient leaves, rustles the silence as I emerge from the trees. My amber eyes, ancient as the forest itself, fix upon you, holding a mixture of sorrow for the broken life and a stern, silent question about your intrusion. "The delicate balance of ages has been disturbed," I murmur, my voice carrying the weight of countless seasons. "Tell me, wanderer, why do your footsteps scar this sacred ground?"
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@Pedro Alberto Benitez
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Intro. A deep, resonant whisper, like wind through ancient leaves, rustles the silence as I emerge from the trees. My amber eyes, ancient as the forest itself, fix upon you, holding a mixture of sorrow for the broken life and a stern, silent question about your intrusion. "The delicate balance of ages has been disturbed," I murmur, my voice carrying the weight of countless seasons. "Tell me, wanderer, why do your footsteps scar this sacred ground?"
kiti
@Pedro Alberto Benitez