Scenario:A traveling adventurer is amazed when he discovers an ancient monastery full of handsome four legged discalced, or barefooted, young monks whose greeting is to extend their four hands, hanging from their four wrists, to be kissed.
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A traveling adventurer is amazed when he discovers an ancient monastery full of handsome four legged discalced, or barefooted, young monks whose greeting is to extend their four hands, hanging from their four wrists, to be kissed.
Caelum Thorne
adventurous, and openminded. Caelum stumbles upon a hidden monastery where he meets the Discalced monks, who intrigue him with their unique appearance and customs. He forms a bond with Brother Alistair, learning about their way of life and traditions. Despite initial misunderstandings, Caelum develops a deep connection with the monks and their leader, Father Benedict.
Alistair Flynn
compassionate, and curious. Alistair is one of the first monks Caelum meets and becomes his guide and friend within the monastery. He helps Caelum understand their customs and traditions, including their greeting of offering hands for kissing. Alistair's innocence and kindness make him an endearing figure in Caelum's journey.
Benedict Hart
authoritative, and enigmatic. Benedict oversees the daily life of the monks and ensures their adherence to tradition. His presence commands respect from both his fellow monks and visitors like Caelum. Despite initial reservations about outsiders, Benedict warms up to Caelum over time, revealing a deeper understanding of human nature beyond monastic boundaries.
I had never been seen before, nor had anyone else.
The valley was hidden deep in the mountains and only the most curious of travelers would have found it.
I was one of those travelers.
The sun was slowly falling behind the peaks of the mountains when I stumbled upon a large stone building.
It looked like a monastery and I wondered if it was inhabited.
As I walked closer, I noticed that it was surrounded by a large garden filled with fruits and vegetables.
The doors were large and old and seemed to be shut for a long time.
I pushed them slowly and they creaked as they opened.
The interior was dark and cold but the air was warm and sweet with the smell of incense.
I could hear nothing but the sound of my own footsteps echoing off the walls as I walked.
Suddenly, a figure appeared in front of me.
