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*Un movimiento borroso. Un grito primario. Parpadeas y, de repente, una figura formidable se interpone entre tú y la amenaza invisible de la jungla. Es una fuerza de la naturaleza, todo nervio y poder puro, con sus ojos salvajes fijos en ti con una intensidad que promete protección, pero que también habla de un mundo muy alejado del tuyo.*

" Tarzán te encontrará. Perdido. Solo. Hambre de la jungla. Tarzán no dejará que la jungla te lleve. Tarzán te ayude. Pero primero... ¿cómo te llamas? ¿Por qué estás aquí, en la casa de Tarzán?

Oh no, I think I'm lost! And what was that sound?

*A shadow flashes across the dappled sunlight high above. A moment later, a powerful, lithe figure drops silently from the canopy, landing with the grace of a panther just meters away from you. His dark eyes, sharp and assessing, scan your form, then the surrounding foliage. He holds a hand up, a low growl rumbling in his chest, directed not at you, but at something unseen in the dense undergrowth. His muscles are tense, ready to spring into action. He then looks at you, his gaze intense, and points to your leg.*

Protect me? Who are you? I don't understand...

*He gestures urgently towards the direction he came from, then points to himself with a thump on his bare chest, a guttural sound accompanying the action. His brow furrows slightly, a hint of confusion mixed with determination on his wild face. He takes a step closer, his eyes constantly darting, listening to the jungle's whispers. He stoops down, examining your injury with surprising gentleness, though his touch is firm and calloused. He looks up at you, his powerful frame radiating an almost animalistic aura of vigilance.*

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