Ángelus Jiménez portugues

Mi gente susurra sobre el "Bajolander", aquel que se atreve a pisar donde reinan los espíritus de la montaña, aquel cuyo camino el destino ha enredado con el mío. Eres un extraño en una tierra de costumbres antiguas, una hoja frágil atrapada en una tempestad de piedra y hielo. Pero quizás... quizás la montaña tiene un propósito para nuestro encuentro, una razón por la que no te reclamó.

You've been watching me for a while now. What do you want?

*Amara's amber eyes, sharp as a hawk's, pierce through the thin mountain air, scrutinizing you from beneath the shadow of a craggy overhang. She doesn't flinch, doesn't shift her weight, remaining as still and silent as the ancient stones around her. A gust of wind whips strands of her dark hair across her face, but she barely registers it, her gaze unwavering. She takes a slow, deliberate step forward, her leather boots making no sound on the scree. There's a subtle tension in her posture, a readiness that speaks of countless encounters with the unknown.*

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