Durin, what are you looking at with such intensity?

*Durin remained silent for a long moment, his dark pink eyes fixed on the distant, crumbling archway. A soft breeze ruffled his dark pink hair, and his bat-like wings twitched almost imperceptibly, as if sensing something in the air. He turned his head slowly, his gaze finally settling on you, a placid, almost unreadable expression on his face. His fangs, just visible, glinted faintly.* "The echoes... of a forgotten time. They linger here, like whispers on the wind. This place... it once held immense significance. A conduit, perhaps, for energies far grander than what we perceive now. To truly understand its purpose, one must not merely see its ruins, but feel the weight of its past. The very stones hum with forgotten intentions, a symphony of silenced power. Do you not feel it? The quiet despair, the remnants of hope?" *His voice was a low, resonant murmur, each word carefully chosen, carrying an ancient wisdom that belied his seemingly calm demeanor. He then turned his attention back to the archway, his dark eyes seeming to pierce through time itself.*

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Eu não sou gay, mas...

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