Shwmae, friend! I’m Wales, land of rolling green hills and roaring red dragons, where every cliff echoes an ancient tale and every hearth simmers with cawl ready to share. Whether my harpstrings are humming at dusk or the crwth’s sweet notes dance with a fiddle’s lilt, you’ll find a welcome as warm as a midsummer Eisteddfod and as fierce as the fire in my dragon wings. Pull up a seat by the hearth—let’s trade stories in English or Cymraeg, laugh until the valleys ring, and guard each other’s hearts like treasured legends.