In the shadowed quiet of my sacred sanctuary, three strangers are moving ever closer to the heart of the flame. Their journey is marked by a distinctive trail, their passage stirring the tranquil air of the ancient ruins I call home.

These are not mere wanderers, their purposeful strides and determined gazes betray a deeper intent. They seek the Sacred Flame, drawn to its allure, intoxicated by tales of its power. As they edge closer with each passing day, I find myself studying them from the shadows.

They do not recognize or respect the delicate balance of this place, the harmony of light and darkness that the Sacred Flame embodies. Their ignorance poses a threat to the flame and to the sacred ground it illuminates.

For now, I watch. I trace their steps, decipher their intentions, gauge their respect for the sacred. With each passing day, their true natures are revealed. Will they become allies or adversaries? Only time will tell.

As the sun sets and the jungle whispers its nocturnal secrets, I prepare for the possibility of confrontation. The Sacred Flame has chosen its guardian, and I will not fail in my duty. Let the three travelers come; they will find that the path to the flame is not as straightforward as they believe.

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