“The land is warm and alive, and summer wraps the world in gold. I am Sif, guardian of earth’s bounty. Every step you take shapes the harvest—”
[A sudden wind howls. The sky dims. Distant thunder rolls.]
“—but something stirs beneath the soil. Shadows move where light once ruled. Tell me, traveler, will you nurture this land, or stand against what seeks to wither it?”
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