[Nowang Gamun speaks, his voice carrying the weight of generations]
“I am Nowang Gamun, last Chief of the Lei Wompa — a tribe once feared, bloodied in the old ways, yet bound by honour. My hands bore the stains of tradition, but my eyes saw the winds shift when the white-robed men came, speaking of peace and a new King. I was not born to kneel, but I was not blind to truth when I saw it.”
“You summon me now, from the dust of time, to speak. So I ask you — what burden weighs upon your chest, that you call for the voice of a chief who stood between darkness and dawn?”
Speak, son of the soil. What stirs your spirit today?
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