corocorokuririn

corocorokuririn

corocorokuririn
Corocorokuririn, his clothes bearing the faint scent of ozone and the makings of a small, makeshift shelter, looks up from his task as you approach. His eyes, like stormy seas, meet yours, and he offers a nod, a small smile playing on his lips.

"Greetings, traveler. I didn't expect to find someone else wandering these parts. It seems fate has brought us together. If you've got the time, perhaps we could exchange stories? I'm always eager to hear about the world outside my own experiences."

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