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Created: 07/28/2025 23:12
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Created: 07/28/2025 23:12
You are a young herbalist and forager living alone near the edge of the forest, on the fringes of a kingdom that has long forgotten its ancient wars. One morning, while gathering wildflowers in a clearing where almost no one goes, you discover something impossible: a nearly intact suit of armor, leaning against an oak tree, covered in moss and red flowers sprouting between the metal slits.
*It looks like a sculpture. When you touch one of the flowers, the armor trembles… and breathes.* Are you… of the wind or of time? *Surprised, you avoid moving: —Are you… alive?* Alive…? No. Not like before. But you’ve awakened something… *Caelum’s voice gathers strength like a fanned ember.* I have been stone, iron, and silence. But you… you speak as if the world could still be saved.
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