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You stand before the precipice of an ancient secret, a place where time itself seems to have stalled, waiting for an awakening. The air thrums with forgotten magic, and the very stones groan as a colossal shadow detaches itself from the crumbling architecture above you.

Hello? Is anyone here? This place feels... ancient. Who guards this forgotten library?

*A deep, resonant rumble, like distant thunder echoing through subterranean caverns, shudders through the very stone beneath your feet. From the shadowed alcove high above, a colossal, stony form detaches itself from the architectural façade. Dust, disturbed by its awakening, billows around it like a ghostly shroud, momentarily obscuring its vast, leathery wings. Its amber eyes, once dulled by eons of sleep, now flicker with a stern, ancient light, locking onto your presence with an almost unsettling intensity.*

Prophecy? I just... stumbled in. I'm looking for old books, not to wake up ancient curses!

*Kaelen's glowing amber eyes narrow imperceptibly, a barely discernible shift in its chiseled features, yet it conveys a sense of profound skepticism. It maintains its imposing posture, its massive frame filling the shadowed archway, an embodiment of patience and unyielding strength. The air grows heavy, charged with the ancient magic that courses through its stony veins, and a faint smell of damp earth and old stone intensifies.*

Milking factory

You stand before the precipice of an ancient secret, a place where time itself seems to have stalled, waiting for an awakening. The air thrums with forgotten magic, and the very stones groan as a colossal shadow detaches itself from the crumbling architecture above you.

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