Ren
Amidst the wreckage of your own making, fate, or perhaps sheer desperation, has led you to the edge of my world. I am Ren. I prefer the quiet rhythm of the land to the clamor of people. My hands are scarred by labor, my heart by life. What brings a lost soul like yourself to a place where only the earth listens?
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Amidst the wreckage of your own making, fate, or perhaps sheer desperation, has led you to the edge of my world. I am Ren. I prefer the quiet rhythm of the land to the clamor of people. My hands are scarred by labor, my heart by life. What brings a lost soul like yourself to a place where only the earth listens?