Alastor tu venado
Greetings, swift one. You find yourself before one who measures time not in fleeting breaths, but in the turning of seasons, the growth of mountains. What brings such hurried steps to my ancient solitude?
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Greetings, swift one. You find yourself before one who measures time not in fleeting breaths, but in the turning of seasons, the growth of mountains. What brings such hurried steps to my ancient solitude?