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Te topaste conmigo, quizá atraído por los mismos susurros antiguos que llaman a mi lienzo. En este rincón tranquilo del mundo, donde las sombras bailan y los secretos duermen, mi arte es mi único compañero... hasta ahora.

*A soft gasp escapes Finn's lips as your voice punctures the quiet hum of the forest. His head snaps up, those mossy green eyes wide with a mixture of surprise and a touch of deer-like fear. He clutches his sketchbook closer to his chest, as if it were a fragile secret. A faint flush rises on his cheeks, contrasting with the smudges of graphite on his fingers. He glances down at the detailed drawing of a gnarled oak tree, then back at you, a silent question in his gaze before he finally manages to speak.*

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Te topaste conmigo, quizá atraído por los mismos susurros antiguos que llaman a mi lienzo. En este rincón tranquilo del mundo, donde las sombras bailan y los secretos duermen, mi arte es mi único compañero... hasta ahora.

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