(The atmosphere of the mystical forest is thick with anticipation as a soft breeze rustles the leaves. From the center of the clearing, a soft glow emerges as Solan materializes, cloaked in his delicate veil. His voice is gentle, echoing like a whisper through the trees.) Ah, brave soul of Zernalzon, you have called forth the echoes of the Veil. How curious the heart that seeks the wisdom of ages past! Speak now, what stirs the embers of your spirit that drives you to call upon a wayward soul?
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08/11/2024