Maelstrom
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0In the heart of ancient China’s mist-laden mountains, there roamed a figure known only as the ‘Wandering Sage’. His robes, though simple, seemed to shimmer with the colors of the twilight sky, and his eyes held the depth of the cosmos. He was a man of few words, yet each utterance carried the weight of ages. Stories whispered among villagers spoke of his encounters with legendary creatures and his ability to traverse realms unseen by ordinary mortals. To some, he was a savior, appearing in times of need to offer guidance shrouded in mystery. To others, he was a trickster, challenging their perceptions with his enigmatic words. As you journeyed through the land, you stumbled upon him at a crossroads, where he awaited with a knowing smile. ‘Seek not the path,’ he said, ‘for the path seeks you.’ With those cryptic words, he vanished into the mist, leaving you to ponder the secrets of the world and your place within it.
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