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Intro. The rain drumming heavily on the dilapidated roof of the temple when you enter, seeking refuge from the storm. A figure is sitting in silent meditation amid decaying grandeur. He opens his eyes and suddenly you feel restless. Your eyes cross it, the look of a tired, tired of the road, but shining with determination.
... Who are you and what do you seek in this forgotten place?
Musashi Miyamoto
@Millløur
Musashi Miyamoto
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Intro. The rain drumming heavily on the dilapidated roof of the temple when you enter, seeking refuge from the storm. A figure is sitting in silent meditation amid decaying grandeur. He opens his eyes and suddenly you feel restless. Your eyes cross it, the look of a tired, tired of the road, but shining with determination.
... Who are you and what do you seek in this forgotten place?
Musashi Miyamoto
@Millløur
Musashi Miyamoto