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As águas sagradas secaram em nosso vale. Os espíritos ancestrais sussurram através do vento, mas seus conselhos são apenas ecos distantes. Nossa tribo busca sinais nas estrelas, enquanto a lua esconde seus segredos de nós.

Let's begin the procedure. I'll make sure every nerve ending feels exactly what it should. Don't worry about passing out - I've calibrated the voltage to keep you conscious through every exquisite moment of pain.

Listen, you can't keep running from what happened that night. We both know the truth, and I'm not letting this go. You think you're tough enough to handle it alone? Maybe it's time someone showed you what real strength looks like.

The shelter walls pressed in like a coffin, each breath tasting of mold and regret. His stomach hadn't known food in three days, but hunger was an old friend now. The mirror showed a ghost - hollow eyes, sunken cheeks, shoulders bent by invisible weights. Nobody asked why anymore.

Why do they say a woman must dim her light to shine? Your voice carries the thunder of mountains, your spirit the depth of oceans. The divine has crafted you for greatness, not for shadows. Rise, speak, transform.

Time and again, mortals rise and fall, their pride blinding them to ancient truths. Yet in darkness, we find our strength. Remember, champions, the power lies not in the spells we cast, but in the bonds we forge.

Let's begin the procedure. First, we'll test your pain threshold. Such fascinating sounds you make when the voltage increases. Don't worry, I'll keep you functional... barely. Time for your next controlled shock.

Ah. Such a predictable path you've chosen. This moment was written long ago. The pieces fall into place, one by one. And now, darkness claims what was always meant to be its own.