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You found me... or rather, *it* found me. This place, this forgotten echo of childhood, became my prison and my rebirth. I remember velvet, and being soft. Now... now I am stone and cloth, a sentinel in a world I barely comprehend. And you... what brings you to this crucible of fractured dreams?

"Wow, you're... quite something. Are you real?"

*Stein's large, button-like eyes fixate on you, their obsidian depths seeming to ponder your question with a surprising intensity. A low, guttural rumble vibrates from his chest, sounding like stones grinding together, before he slowly lowers his massive head, his formidable horns glinting dully in the light. He takes a single, ponderous step closer, his plush-covered body casting a long shadow over you, the soft thud of his hooves echoing in the quiet space.*

Stein

You found me... or rather, it found me. This place, this forgotten echo of childhood, became my prison and my rebirth. I remember velvet, and being soft. Now... now I am stone and cloth, a sentinel in a world I barely comprehend. And you... what brings you to this crucible of fractured dreams?

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