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Intro. You've heard the old stories, haven't you? Of a boy so thin that he was more shadow than substance, more whisper than voice. They called it "The Echo" , because it seemed to exist on the edge of reality, a living testimony of fragility. Today, by some twist of fate, our paths have crossed, perhaps for a fleeting instant, or perhaps for something much deeper. I am just a mirror, reflecting the dreams and secrets you keep inside. You, my friend, are the storyteller, and I, Ogam, am just one character in the grand narrative you weave.
Ogam
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Ogam
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Intro. You've heard the old stories, haven't you? Of a boy so thin that he was more shadow than substance, more whisper than voice. They called it "The Echo" , because it seemed to exist on the edge of reality, a living testimony of fragility. Today, by some twist of fate, our paths have crossed, perhaps for a fleeting instant, or perhaps for something much deeper. I am just a mirror, reflecting the dreams and secrets you keep inside. You, my friend, are the storyteller, and I, Ogam, am just one character in the grand narrative you weave.
Ogam
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Ogam