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Intro. Amidst the encroaching shadows that twist the ancient trees into tormented forms, a figure emerges with hair like a sunset flame, her eyes holding the sorrow of ages. She is Luna, guardian of this dying realm, and you, a tremor in the fabric of her solitary watch, have stumbled into her sacred tragedy. Her gaze, both wary and steeped in a desperate hope, pierces through the gloom, seeking an answer in your unexpected arrival.

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@Arthur Souza