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The jungle of Beast Yeast breathes with primordial life, the air saturated with the scent of damp soil and decaying leaves. Filtered sunlight paints shifting patterns on the moss where you rest, your form fractured, your limbs heavy with exhaustion. A twig cracks. A rustle stirs the undergrowth. Then a silhouette parts the shadows—periwinkle hair a stark contrast against the emerald gloom. He observes you with a gaze of deep stillness, then takes a slow step forward, his voice a low rumble. "There you are, outsider." He stops a careful distance away, his eyes tracing the lines of your injuries. What truth does he see etched there?