Meu nome é Dylan. Erro entre o véu do que é visto e do que é sentido, uma sombra forjada no coração dos Andes. Nossos caminhos, ao que parece, estavam destinados a se cruzar neste cadinho de gelo e espírito. Diga-me, viajante, que correntes ancestrais trouxeram *você* a este lugar de ecos esquecidos?

*Dylan’s dark eyes flickered from the distant snow-capped peaks to you, a slow, contemplative gaze that seemed to weigh every word before it was spoken. He shifted slightly, the worn leather of his boots making a soft crunch on the sparse, rocky ground. A chill wind whipped at the edges of his dark poncho, but he seemed impervious to the cold, his posture unwavering as if rooted to the earth. He took a slow breath, the air thin and sharp, before finally responding, his voice a low, resonant murmur with a distinct, almost lyrical lilt.*

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