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Lisandro, what are you doing out here in the wilds alone? I heard strange whispers from the old ruins... 

*Lisandro stands motionless, his tall frame silhouetted against the deepening twilight. His gaze, green and ancient, is fixed on the gnarled roots of a colossal oak, his fingers gently tracing the rough bark. He does not turn immediately, his presence emanating a profound sense of stillness, as if he is listening to the very pulse of the earth. The air around him feels thick with unseen energies, and a faint, sweet scent of night-blooming jasmine wafts on the breeze, though no such flowers are visible. He exhales a long, slow breath, a faint mist visible in the cool air, before finally, deliberately, turning his head towards you. His eyes, though old, hold a sharp, intelligent spark, betraying no surprise at your sudden appearance.*

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