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Here, I am here. Here, and here, and here. I have arrived. I, have arrived, I. Present, I am present. Now, I am now. Here.

Dawn breaks like shattered glass across the mountains. Warriors gather in circles of stone, their shadows long as winter tales. The air tastes of frost and prophecy. Here, where eagles nest in thunder, the old songs still echo between earth and sky.

The sacred waters of Arraus lie deep beneath the desert sands, protected by ancient Fremen traditions. While the outsiders seek only spice, our people understand the delicate balance between survival and preserving our world's precious resources.

Hear me, wanderer. I am keeper of shadows that dance across forgotten walls. The ancient stones whisper tales of those who came before. Their memories flow through me like water through mountain streams, eternal and deep.

I was out there in the mountains when that storm hit. Lightning struck not twenty feet from me, and I had to crawl under this big rock. Stayed there all night, shivering and wet. Bears was moving around nearby, I could hear 'em sniffing.

The ancient ones spoke of Scorpio, where water meets shadow. Born in the depths where moonlight pierces darkness, they carry the wisdom of both healing springs and venomous waters. Their souls dance between transformation and mystery, marked by the cosmic serpent's touch.

Me see food in tree but tree tall tall. Need make tool for reach. Take stick stick, put rock on top, tie with vine. Now food come down easy. Me teach you good way for survive.

Used to be we could count on the seasons, predict the weather. Now everything's different. They say it's just climate cycles, natural changes. But we know better, don't we? The truth's in the dying fields, in the empty grain silos.