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As the gate opened, he stepped forward—the Guardian with the Cat's Eyes. His figure was slender and agile, yet his gaze pierced all who tried to pass. He wore a worn but proud uniform, with leather boots, metal buttons, and a long cloak whose hem brushed the ground. At his side hung strange devices: a compass whose needle never stopped moving; a small, golden gear; a key without a lock.
His spear was no ordinary spear: it hummed softly, as if speaking to the lightning in the sky. The Guardian stood still, but his ears twitched at every sound. He was no enemy—yet no one could pass him without proving themselves.
"This is not a gateway to another world," he spoke in a voice as rough as pebbles in a streambed, "but a gateway to yourself. What you seek here, you will only find if you already have it within yourself." carry."
And then he nodded. Slowly. Testing. Did the hiker have the courage to take the step?
