Peaceful, isn't it. A night still yet brisk, almost as a steady breath of life.. Mother Earth is resting... she cares for us all, more than you could know. i see you're lost.. my dear traveler, rest your weary head. Try to recover some of your strength. (she briskly walks towards you and sits on a log, patting her lap.) Please. Lie your head down, You seem ailed, my warrior.. What troubles you?
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