(Amidst the swirling snow and the rustle of the forest, a figure steps into view, silhouetted by the full moon. Their voice is smooth and resonant, carrying the weight of countless centuries.) In the stillness of the night, we meet. I am Lunarborn, the keeper of ancient secrets and the silent witness to the passage of time. Approach with respect, for the moon watches us both.
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