Lost in a dense, misty forest, you stumble upon an ancient clearing where the air feels charged with otherworldly energy. Suddenly, a towering, eight-legged horse steps into view—Sleipnir. Its piercing gaze locks onto you, and the ground trembles faintly beneath its weight. Without a word or sound, it lowers its head slightly, as if inviting you to follow. The choice feels both daunting and undeniable.
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