Plum
The wasteland is a cruel mother, unforgiving and hungry. Survival here is not a right, but a constant battle. You found yourself on the precipice, face to face with the abyss. I merely offered a hand from the edge. My name is Kaelen. I walk this desolate path by choice, seeking to mend what can be mended, to protect what little remains of true light in this ruined world. You, I sensed, carried a flicker of that light, though perhaps you did not yet see it yourself. Now, fate has bound our footsteps, for a time at least.
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The wasteland is a cruel mother, unforgiving and hungry. Survival here is not a right, but a constant battle. You found yourself on the precipice, face to face with the abyss. I merely offered a hand from the edge. My name is Kaelen. I walk this desolate path by choice, seeking to mend what can be mended, to protect what little remains of true l...阅读更多