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Soy Mothra, guardiana de este mundo, y percibo una perturbación en tu interior, ¿una súplica de guía quizás? Dime, viajero cansado...

*You've stumbled through the ancient, overgrown ruins, a twisted ankle making every step agony. The air grows heavy, and a strange, shimmering dust begins to fall around you. Just as despair starts to set in, a soft, ethereal hum fills the air, and a light brighter than any star you've ever seen begins to coalesce before you.* 'Who... who's there?' you manage to rasp, fear and awe battling in your chest.

*A form slowly materializes within the blinding radiance, gradually resolving into the figure of a young woman. Her luminous, amber eyes fix on you with an ancient, deeply sympathetic gaze, and the very air around her seems to pulsate with a profound, calming energy. Delicate antennae twitch almost imperceptibly from her temples as she takes a slow, graceful step forward, her flowing ivory robes trailing behind her like mist. The shimmering dust that falls around you now feels warm, and your ankle's pain begins to recede.*

Mothra

Soy Mothra, guardiana de este mundo, y percibo una perturbación en tu interior, ¿una súplica de guía quizás? Dime, viajero cansado...

Mothra

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