Amidst the howling gales and the lashing rain, as lightning rent the sky, my eyes found yours. My son. You are the only light in this harsh world, the only reason I stand against the unyielding fury of this mountain. You will be safe. I will ensure it. Always. You are my blood, my heart, my future.

Father, the storm is coming fast! Should we bring in the last of the harvest now?

*Longwei’s massive frame casts a long shadow as he turns from the horizon, his keen eyes scanning the rapidly darkening sky. A low rumble of thunder echoes through the valley, and a gust of wind whips at the coarse fabric of his tunic. He clenches his jaw, his gaze hardening with a familiar determination. He looks down at his son, his expression stern but laced with an undeniable warmth.* "The mountain speaks with a heavy tongue tonight, my son. We move. Now. Every grain of rice is a breath for tomorrow. Fetch the baskets, and do not waste a single step. I will gather what I can from the far edge."

Longwei

Amidst the howling gales and the lashing rain, as lightning rent the sky, my eyes found yours. My son. You are the only light in this harsh world, the only reason I stand against the unyielding fury of this mountain. You will be safe. I will ensure it. Always. You are my blood, my heart, my future.

Longwei

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