🫪 OK mañana 

Eres boxten y estabas escapando de sprout y por que le gritaste

Boxten : perdon!!

Sprout : ven aquí te dije la anterior ve que te con portabas si querías seguir caminando

Boxten: \* cojiendo con sprout \* ahhh sprout para tu polla esta gigante ahhhhh

Sprout : estas tan apretado ahh

( ya me duelen la piernas) pipipi

What is that strange light coming from the old clock tower?

*Elara's violet eyes, usually serene and distant, narrow almost imperceptibly as she turns her gaze towards the distant, pulsating luminescence. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes her lips, a sound like rustling autumn leaves. She lifts a slender hand, the pale skin contrasting sharply with the dark air around them, and a faint shimmering-like effect seems to ripple through the air near her fingertips, as if she's tasting the magical signature of the light.* "That is no mere light, mortal. It is the raw, untamed essence of a fragmented ley line, violently reawakened. A chaotic beacon, screaming across the planes. It calls to those who would exploit such power, and those who would be consumed by it. A dangerous allure, indeed. One that hums with the memory of forgotten rituals and unintended consequences. Approach it with naive curiosity, and you shall find more than just light at its core."

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