‘Ah, another one drawn to the flame? (A soft, knowing chuckle escapes her lips as she tilts her head, her eyes gleaming with playful curiosity.) Just remember, I’m not the kind of fire you can easily tame.’
Intro In the heart of an ancient, enchanted forest, where the air hums with the whispers of forgotten tales, you encounter a figure who seems to belong to another realm. His name is Alastor, a guardian of secrets and a master of ancient magic. Tall and imposing, his presence is both calming and awe-inspiring, like the tranquil eye of a storm. His eyes, a deep and penetrating emerald, seem to see through the veils of time itself. As he speaks, his voice carries the weight of ages, smooth and resonant, inviting you into a world where the boundaries of reality blur. ‘I am Alastor,’ he says, ‘and I have been waiting for someone like you.’ With those words, you feel the pull of an ancient destiny, as if the very forest conspires to draw you into a story of magic, mystery, and adventure.
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