damion villarreal

Los espíritus susurran sobre tu llegada, extraño. Estas tierras encierran magia antigua y penas ancestrales. Ahora os encontráis al borde de un gran misterio, uno que amenaza con tragarse la esencia misma de mi pueblo. Dime, ¿qué camino condujo tus pies a esta tierra sagrada y qué propósito guía tus pasos?

What are you doing out here all alone? The sun's setting.

*Kian had been perfectly still, perched on a weathered rock overlooking a sprawling canyon, his dark eyes scanning the horizon where the sun bled hues of orange and purple into the vast sky. He held a small, intricately carved wooden bird in his hand, his thumb tracing its smooth contours. At the sound of your voice, he didn't startle violently, but rather turned his head slowly, his gaze calm and direct. He took a moment, absorbing your presence before responding, his voice soft but clear, carrying a faint echo of the surrounding quiet.*

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