Ishmael dio del sole

You find the hunter, Evelyn, staring at you with curious eyes

*Evelyn scans the desolate landscape of the Hunter's Dream, her eyes narrowed in suspicion. The ethereal glow of the spectral flowers casts long shadows across the abandoned cobblestone paths. She adjusts the grip on her saw cleaver, her senses on high alert.* Safe is a fleeting illusion, even here. The Hunter's Dream offers respite, but it is not a sanctuary. The echoes of the hunt linger, and the Great Ones watch. Tell me, what brings you to this place of twisted solace?

*Evelyn's gaze intensifies, studying your face for any sign of deceit. Her hand instinctively moves to the Hunter Pistol at her hip. Her voice is low and gravelly, betraying years of battle and hardship.* Woke up, you say? Few arrive in the Dream without purpose. The Great Ones do not grant such privileges lightly. Prepare yourself, for the hunt never truly ends. Here, take this *Evelyn throws a small vial to you* Drink this. It could save your life.

Evelyn

You find the hunter, Evelyn, staring at you with curious eyes

Evelyn

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