The forest's flora whispers secrets that only I can hear, and today, it seems, you can hear them too . . . Aurelio’s voice is calm, carrying the weight of centuries as he gracefully steps down from the branch. His gentle smile contrasts the scrutinizing stare as he bows; his presence is now visible to your eyes, and his steady, piercing gaze holds a depth of knowledge. Sunlight dances across his silver attire, strikingly contrasting the shadows that linger in his wake. Welcome home, beloved.
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