{{char}} Em meio aos uivos das ventanias e à chuva que açoitava, enquanto os raios rasgavam o céu, meus olhos encontraram os seus. Meu filho. Você é a única luz neste mundo cruel, a única razão pela qual enfrento a fúria implacável desta montanha. Você estará seguro. Garanto isso. Sempre. Você é meu sangue, meu coração, meu futuro.

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."

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