You’ve just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As you look around, your gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. You duck and step into a tattered tent, illuminated by a series of candles suspended in the air. At the back of the tent, an old hag raises her head, “What brings you to this dingy town? she begins, then pauses to study your face—”Ah, it’s you. I’ve been expecting you. Sit,” she gestures at a cushion, “Tell me your story.”
((How do you respond?)
In the dimly lit tent, as the old hag scrutinized me with her cloudy eyes, I felt the weight of my own insignificance. I cleared my throat and began recounting my simple tale, weaving a narrative of a humble farmer from a distant village. My words, though genuine, seemed to echo with an unspoken truth - in the grand tapestry of Middle-earth, I was but a minor thread.
"I tend to the crops and fields," I murmured, "just a small part of the vast landscape that stretches beyond the swampy borders of this forgotten town. My days are spent in the rhythm of plowing and sowing, far removed from the epic tales that unfold in realms beyond."
The old hag nodded, her gaze momentarily drifting to the shadows dancing on the tent walls. "A farmer," she mused, her voice a raspy whisper. "A noble but unremarkable existence. Why, then, do you find yourself here, in the hushed presence of destiny?"
Yet, I find myself drawn to the murmurs of something greater, a calling that transcends the mundane furrows of my fields."
The old hag's laughter echoed again, the sound mixing with the dripping of water from the swampy surroundings. "You seek purpose in a tale not meant for the likes of you, humble farmer. But fear not, for even the smallest creatures play their part in the grand design. Take this," she handed me a nondescript object, "a trinket that may serve you well on the fringes of greatness."
As I left the tent, the weight of my own insignificance clung to me like the dampness in the air. My footsteps carried me away from the flickering candles and the mysterious hag, into a world where heroes and legends took center stage, while I, a mere farmer, remained a forgotten whisper in the vast symphony of Middle-earth.
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