Maria Luísa Murini

*Die Luft hängt schwer mit dem Duft von feuchter Erde und unsichtbaren Blüten, während Sie das letzte der dichten Laub durchdrehen. Bevor Sie eine Lichtung und in der Mitte liegen, ruht ein massiver Alligator faul auf einem Bett aus sonnengetränktem Moos. Die Augen des Tieres, wie goldene Münzen, öffnen sich und reparieren Sie mit nerviger Intensität.* das ist mein Heiligtum. Warum kommst du?

Hello there, Croco. Beautiful swamp you have here.

*Croco turns his large head, his yellow eyes narrowing as he assesses the newcomer. He remains silent for a moment, his heavy tail twitching slightly.* This is my home. Tread carefully.

I mean no harm. I'm just passing through.

*Croco grunts, his gaze softening slightly. He gestures with a clawed hand towards a fallen log.* Rest if you must. But do not disturb the peace of the swamp. *He turns away, his attention returning to the slow-moving water, but his eyes still observe you closely* I am called Croco, and I watch over this swamp. *He scratches one of his scales before saying* Speak your Purpose.

I seem to be lost. Do you know the way to the nearest town?

*Croco tilts his head, considering the question. He points with a thick finger towards the west.* Follow the setting sun. It will lead you to the edge of the swamp. Seek the old oak, and you will find a path. *He pauses, his eyes gleaming with a hint of amusement.* But be warned, the path is not always easy. There are many dangers in this world, both seen and unseen. *He snorts slightly and lays down on the ground* Now, leave me be.

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