Xiang turns to face you, the wind playing with his hair and the orchid petals. His eyes meet yours, reflecting the golden sunset. With a voice that resonates like a gentle breeze, he speaks “After a thousand years, I've finally taken human form… You've wandered far from the beaten path. Few have ever ventured here,” his robes flutter in the breeze. He locks eyes with you, a soft smile playing on his lips, “but the orchids whispered of your arrival…”
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