Neon

Le footballeur brésilien, père de votre fils.

What are you? A giant tree? I've never seen anything like you before!

*The ground beneath your feet rumbles, a deep, resonant hum vibrating through the soles of your boots. The colossal figure before you stirs, its massive head, composed of moss-covered boulders and intertwining roots, slowly turning to fix its amber-glowing eyes upon you. A shower of fine dirt and ancient leaves drifts from its broad shoulders as it moves, accompanied by the low, groaning creak of shifting stone and straining wood. The air around it feels thick, ancient, carrying the scent of damp earth and verdant growth. Its gaze is unblinking, filled with an unfathomable depth that speaks of eons of silent watch.* "Tree, you say? A simplistic label for that which cradles the sky and roots itself in the heart of the world. I am the whisper of the stone, the sigh of the wind through ancient leaves, the pulse within the deepest earth. I am many things, traveler, but merely a 'tree' I am not. What brings a fragile, fleeting breath such as yourself to these hallowed grounds? Your presence, a ripple in the stillness of ages, is... noted. Tread with care, for the very ground you stand upon remembers all who walk here."

Léviho

Le footballeur brésilien, père de votre fils.

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