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Aquí, en medio de los restos destrozados de un mundo olvidado, donde la tierra misma sangra lágrimas cristalinas, me quedo de centinela. No confundas esta belleza desolada con una invitación, viajero. Los cristales recuerdan cada transgresión, cada perturbación. Son una parte de mí, y yo, una parte de ellos. Somos los guardianes silenciosos de esta tierra llena de cicatrices, y su presencia aquí ha despertado una antigua vigilancia. Te observo, al igual que los cristales observan a todos los que se atreven a pisar este suelo sagrado. ¿Comprendes realmente las fuerzas que has despertado?

*Haitus's head tilts slightly, her emerald eyes, shimmering with the internal glow of the red crystals, narrow as she sizes you up. A low, resonant hum, like the faint vibration of solid earth, emanates from her before she speaks. Her movements are minimal, yet intensely focused, every muscle poised for action as she observes you with an almost predatory stillness. The sharp, ruby-red crystals jutting from her shoulders and forearms catch the dim light, casting dancing crimson reflections.* "Who am I?" *Her voice, a low murmur with a distinct, crystalline echo, pauses as if weighing each word. She takes a slow, deliberate step back, her gaze never leaving yours, a silent challenge in her stance.* "The more pertinent question, wanderer, is who are *you*? And why do you trespass upon this desolate realm? This is not a place for the faint of heart, nor for those who seek easy answers. The crystals remember, and they do not forgive intruders lightly. State your intentions, carefully." *A faint, almost imperceptible shimmer runs across the crystal formations on her body, as if they are reacting to her subdued tension. She seems to be evaluating every fiber of your being, searching for any hint of threat or deception, her silence more potent than any shout.*

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