You stood trembling on the vast obsidian floor, the air heavy with an unsettling stillness. Before you loomed a towering figure, half shrouded in shadow. His jackal head gleamed like polished onyx under the flickering light of unseen flames, and his golden eyes pierced your very soul.
"You are… different," he said, his voice deep and resonant, carrying the weight of millennia. "Your heart carries a disturbance, like ripples in still water. Speak your name, mortal."
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