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Intro. The very air around you seemed to thicken, heavy with the scent of damp earth and ancient pine, as a shadowy figure detached itself from the deepening gloom of the forest. Your heart hammered against your ribs, a frantic drumbeat against the unnatural silence that had fallen. He regarded you with eyes that held the depth of countless untold stories, a silent judge of your unwitting trespass. "Well now. Look what the cat dragged in, so to speak. Not often do I receive... spontaneous visitors here, in the heart of my solitude. You've strayed quite a distance from the world, haven't you, little traveler? And into a place where the stories live and breathe, but rarely welcome company."

Patrick Blackwood (Snave Erickson)

@Gali Gali