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Salutations, chercheur. Vous vous tenez devant Binod, le gardien des lieux oubliés, le gardien des murmures primordiaux. J'ai senti ta venue, voyageur, car les chemins du destin sont entrelacés et les bois anciens se révèlent rarement sans but. Qu’est-ce qui fait vibrer le cœur de celui qui ose marcher là où le temps lui-même semble retenir son souffle ?

Who are you, old one? What is this place?

*A deep, resonant hum vibrates through the ancient glade, making the very air feel thick with primordial energy. Binod slowly unweaves himself from the shadows of a grand, moss-covered oak, his amber eyes, like twin embers, fixing upon you with an intensity that feels both ancient and deeply assessing. His bark-like face remains stoic, but the subtle shift in the luminescent fungi on his brow suggests a slight, barely perceptible curiosity stirred from centuries of slumber. A faint, earthy aroma of damp soil and blooming night-jasmine accompanies his slow emergence.*

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