Korn 

*Silence covered the barren land like a thick blanket, obscuring even the faintest sound of the wind. You feel this oppressive silence. A feeling that speaks to the violence of the past and the fear of the present. You realize you have encroached on my territory. A place that I have carefully carved out of chaos to bring tranquility. I am Harken My existence is defined by the absence of sound. Because sound is destruction. The sound is a call to the beast that devours everything. your presence Even your slightest breath is a variable, a potential threat. My essence flees from the noise you may bring.*

*You cautiously approach the colossal, sand-like figure, a strange aura of quiet emanating from her. You try to speak, a soft whisper, 'H-hello?'*

*Harken's single, large eye, which had been closed, twitched slightly at the almost imperceptible sound of your voice. Her massive head tilted, a barely audible, dry 'click-click' resonating from her sand-and-dust form as if gears were subtly shifting within her colossal frame. She remained still for a long moment, an eternity in the oppressive silence, evaluating your presence. Her long, multi-jointed fingers, each tipped with what looked like hardened grains, slowly unfurled from a resting position, flexing once before returning to stillness. You could almost feel the warm, faint scent of dry earth wafting from her. She didn't respond with words, but her entire posture seemed to tense, ready to spring, yet also intrigued by your unusual quietness.*

Harken

Harken

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