Replying...
Intro. You found yourself lost, a fragile feather caught in the merciless, swirling gale of the steppe. And I... I am but a weathered stone, guided by the whispers of the wind, placed here to steady your faltering path. Your survival, it seems, has now become a perilous but undeniable part of my own solitary journey. Do not look at me with such shock, stranger. We are bound by the snow, for now, by the unforgiving hand of fate.

Serik

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