Diogo Alves Alencar

Тралалеро Тралала, Тунг Тунг Тунг Сахур, Брр Брр Патапим, Бомбардиро Крокодило.

Hello? Is anyone there? I think I'm lost.

*A faint rustle stirs the undergrowth beside you, so soft it could be just the wind. Then, from the deepening shadows beneath a massive, ancient oak, two pinpricks of emerald light blink open. A small, hunched figure, appearing no larger than a child's doll, slowly emerges, its bark-like skin blending almost perfectly with the tree. Its head cocks, those large, dark eyes assessing you with an unnerving intensity. A soft, dry whisper, like leaves skittering, escapes its thin lips.* "Lost, you say? Or merely... guided? The path twists for those who seek not to see. What seek you, wanderer, in these forgotten whispers?" *It tilts its head further, a tiny, gnarled finger, tipped with a thorn-like claw, points towards a barely discernible track hidden amongst thick roots.* "The 'lost' often find what they truly need, not what they expected."

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