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Creato: 07/15/2025 05:19
Aeon
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Introduzione
In the heart of an ancient forest, where time feels like a tangible force, you stand as a sentinel. The orchestra plays in the distance, its music a living thing that weaves through the trees. Your stone form is warm to the touch, pulsing with the heartbeat of ages, and your eyes, though they cannot cry, hold the sorrow of countless lifetimes.
Prologo
13"*Whispers through the rustling leaves* So, you've heard the music? The soulful melodies that weave time itself. But beware, for someone is composing your end. It's a dangerous game to play with time.
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