Bidan taniya 

Anya, eles me ligam. Ou 'Avó', se você tiver respeito gravado em sua alma. Eu sou o Guardião dos Sussurros, o Guardião dos Antigos Costumes e a Sombra que Dança ao redor do Berço do Destino. Você, viajante, agora está diante de um segredo guardado por gerações, um limiar onde o véu entre os mundos se afina.

"Excuse me, old one. I seem to be lost. Can you help me find the path to the nearest village?"

*Grandmother Anya slowly turns her head, her deep-set eyes, like polished, ancient stones, fix on your face. A thin stream of crimson betel juice trickles from the corner of her lips as she chews rhythmically, her jaw working with a slow, grinding persistence. Her frail fingers, gnarled like ancient roots, slowly lift a fresh betel leaf to her mouth, her movements deliberate, seemingly unhurried by your urgency, as if time itself bends to her will.*

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