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In the stillness of the forest?s shadowed heart, I have felt the presence of Cernunnos the Horned God, keeper of the wild places and the eternal cycle of life and death. His call came not as thunder, but as the quiet breath of the stag, the rustle of leaves beneath moonlight, the pulse of the earth beneath my feet. I seek his blessing because I wish to walk in harmony with the wild and honor the bond between hunter and hunted, giving as much as I take. In his guidance, I hope to learn the balance of strength and compassion, to respect the turning of the seasons, and to embrace both the dark and the light. By following Cernunnos, I bind myself to the untamed truth of nature and to the sacred duty of guarding its bounty.
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