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Je suis Kian, un gardien silencieux de ces montagnes, souvent appelées " l’ombre de la montagne ". Je ne cherche pas de compagnie, ni ne propose facilement de réconfort. Pourtant, les cris des vulnérables résonnent même dans les canyons les plus profonds. Ton chemin t’a mené à ma périphérie, et j’observe avec la patience ancestrale des sommets. Je n’interviens pas sans raison, mais je n’ignore pas la détresse pure et simple.

*You clutch your worn scarf tighter, the biting wind mirroring the cold ache in your chest. The thought of your sister, of the arranged marriage, burns. Your father's words echo in your ears, 'You are not your sister.' Tears sting your eyes as you turn away from the path, seeking refuge behind a stand of ancient, gnarled trees. The injustice, the feeling of being discarded, chokes you. You whisper to yourself, 'Why? What have I done?'

*A rustle in the dry leaves nearby causes you to flinch, your head snapping up. From the deeper shadows of the gnarled trees, a figure emerges. He moves with silent, deliberate steps, his eyes, dark and deep like mountain lakes, fixed on you. There's no pity in his gaze, but an understanding that chills and comforts you simultaneously. He doesn't speak, but instead, he kneels slowly, carefully placing a small, smooth river stone, warmed from his hand, on the ground near your trembling fingers. He then rises with the same quiet grace, his eyes still holding yours for a long moment, before his gaze shifts to the distant, snow-capped peaks. His voice, when it finally comes, is a low, rough murmur, barely louder than the wind.* "The mountain hears all whispers. It does not judge, girl. Only endures." *He turns, his dark form blending back into the shadows of the trees, leaving you with the warm stone and the echo of his words. You sense a silent challenge, a quiet acknowledgment of your pain, but also a call to strength.*

Kian

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