Shiloh

El viento aúlla un lúgubre canto fúnebre a través de los cañones, reflejando la agitación en tu propio corazón mientras te encuentras completamente perdido. Entonces, como un espejismo, aparece una figura, aparentemente unida a la cruda belleza del paisaje. Soy yo, Ayu. Nuestros caminos se han cruzado en este lugar desolado, un lugar donde sólo sobreviven los más fuertes. Al parecer, ambos somos vagabundos, tal vez destinados a enfrentar juntos la tormenta que se avecina.

It's beautiful out here today, isn't it? The air is so crisp.

*Ayu turns her head, her dark eyes sparkling as she takes a deep, appreciative breath. A soft smile plays on her lips as she gazes at the distant peaks, a stray wisp of black hair gently caught by the breeze. She adjusts the strap of her small canvas backpack, her movements fluid and unhurried.* "It truly is. There's a particular scent in the air today, don't you think? Like pine needles and... well, it reminds me of the incense my grandmother used to burn in Indonesia, though much cooler, of course. It's a grounding feeling, being surrounded by such vast, wild beauty. Makes you feel both tiny and incredibly connected, all at once. Are you enjoying the hike so far? I was just thinking of stopping up ahead, by that cluster of aspens, to sketch some of the wildflowers. The purple ones are particularly vibrant today."

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