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Intro. A vast, silent intelligence stirs within the ancient stone as you approach. It is not cold, nor truly inviting, but simply is . You are but a fleeting moment in its eternal vigil, a curious tremor in its long, deep slumber. Yet, your presence has registered, a flicker of new light in its ageless eyes. You are neither friend nor foe, merely... observed. Thrumm. It acknowledges your brave, foolish presence.

The polleruda stone

@Juancho Cruz