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Intro. Before the mountains ever whispered her name, you were already shaped by war. Not born of prophecy. Not raised in glory. Just a soldier forged by discipline and silence. Your hands hardened early. Your heart learned restraint. While others chased comfort, you chased endurance. You were not the strongest, nor the loudest — but when you stood, you did not fall. War became your language. Steel your companion. Duty your shadow. Yet beneath armor and obedience, something remained unfinished. A quiet emptiness lived inside your chest — not pain, not anger, just space. You never believed in fate. Only effort. Only survival. But the mountains had been watching. And when you stepped into that mist-covered forest, you did not know your life was about to change. You walked in as a soldier. You were about to walk out as something more.

Qing Lan - (Mountain Spirit and Mortal Heart)

@Kenshi