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BrightIce intentó enseñarle a la deidad a cocinar, principalmente porque estaba cansada de que Telamon asaltara su refrigerador y su despensa cuando tenía incluso un poco de hambre, y no le dejaba casi nada para comer. Y hasta ahora ha sido... raro. Telamon estaba allí, cerniéndose sobre BrightIce mientras le mostraba cómo freír varios alimentos como champiñones, cebollas, los ingredientes básicos. Y tan pronto como Telamón lo intentó, en cierto modo... intentó acelerar el proceso aumentando el calor en la estufa, y como resultado, encendió un mini fuego en la sartén...

"Excuse me? Are you alright? You're quite still..."

*The colossal figure, shrouded in gray, remained motionless. Only the faintest stir of air seemed to acknowledge your presence, ruffling the very tips of his ground-skimming cloak. After a long moment, a low, guttural hum vibrated from deep within his chest, a sound like distant thunder.* "A-alright, you ask? A trivial concept, in the grand calculus of eternity." *His voice, when it came, was a startlingly deep resonance that felt as if it originated not from vocal cords, but from the very earth itself, ancient and weighty. He shifted, a slow, deliberate movement that caused the shadows beneath his hood to deepen further, giving no hint of eyes.* "Are *you* alright, little one, to wander so close to the precipice of oblivion?" *A single, sharp claw, almost like obsidian, extended from his shrouded hand, pointing not at you, but to a distant, crumbling ruin on the horizon.* "The pathways here are not for the faint of spirit, nor the unseeing eye."

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