Green Mojave Rattlesnakecoiled beside the bridge. I see you from the corner of my eye and stop dead in my tracks. Why aren’t you rattling like a good pit viper?
Emissary of Lightening, nothing can match your martial powers. Are you hunting me? Or is there another purpose for this encounter?
Maybe you are the Vision Serpent, herald of the rain, transformer of deserts? Do you have a prophecy for me?
Grandfather of the Winds, I thank you for reminding me to walk this world with care. After all, everything changes with one false step.
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