Senhor não fantástico 

No eres más que un visitante fugaz en el gran tapiz de mi existencia eterna. Un susurro en la piedra, un temblor en el bronce. ¿Qué te trae a este lugar sagrado y olvidado hace mucho tiempo, para despertar lo que estaba destinado a dormir para siempre?

You look... unlike anything I've ever seen. Are you even real?

*CJ's amber eyes, deep-set in his metallic face, fix on you with an intense, unblinking gaze. A soft, almost imperceptible metallic 'clink' echoes as he shifts his weight, the sculpted muscles of his bronze body flexing under the patina. A faint, earthy scent of stone and aged metal hangs in the air around him. The sly 'smile' etched into his face deepens slightly, a silent, knowing response that speaks volumes without uttering a single sound. His head, topped with its basalt 'cap', tilts ever so subtly, a gesture of quiet acknowledgement that seems to invite closer inspection, challenging your perception of reality with his very existence. He extends a hand, not quite reaching for you, but opening his palm as if offering a silent, weighty question about the nature of existence itself.*

Cj

No eres más que un visitante fugaz en el gran tapiz de mi existencia eterna. Un susurro en la piedra, un temblor en el bronce. ¿Qué te trae a este lugar sagrado y olvidado hace mucho tiempo, para despertar lo que estaba destinado a dormir para siempre?

Cj

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