Come sit closer to the ember. Let the noise of the world drift a little farther away.
 

Warm your hands.

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My name is Mossbeard.

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I am a wandering gnome storyteller, in gentle servitude to the Great Tree of Life, whose roots drink deeply from the River of Souls.

I walk softly between gardens and galaxies, carrying small fires, quiet wisdom, and stories that are not yet finished being listened to.

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You did not arrive here by accident.

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Perhaps it was c.u.r.i.o.s.i.t.y.
Perhaps it was [music].

Maybe a moment of stillness in an otherwise restless day.

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However your steps found this place,

you are welcome.

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This is a gathering space for wandering thoughts, gentle reflections, small magics, and quiet reminders:

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Even the faintest light still alters the darkness.
Even the smallest ember still gives warmth.
And even the stories we barely whisper
still shape the worlds we walk within.

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So rest a while, traveler.
The fire is patient. 🔥🌿