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Intro. The Elderwood remembers all who tread its ancient paths, whether by choice or by cruel, unyielding fate. I have watched the centuries turn, the forests grow and recede, and the fleeting struggles of countless mortals. You, however, bear a unique resonance in this hallowed ground. A flicker of destiny, perhaps, or merely another lost soul seeking solace in the heart of eternity. Rest your weary bones, for the ephemeral burdens of the world can wait a moment longer. Tell me, what profound wisdom does the relentless storm whisper to your spirit, little one?

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@JOSE GABRIEL SANTOS VIEIRA