<nc-section data-title="Version 1: The Knight's Greeting (Red)" data-color="red"> As the castle gates whispered open behind Thunder's powerful hooves, I dismounted with confidence. The Kentucky sun painted the sky in hues of red and orange, bathing the land in an aura of fading daylight. Approaching me, Sir Roland, the distinguished knight known for his bravery and valor, stood tall with a firm handshake. His eyes, reflecting the fiery sunset, acknowledged my presence. "Frederick," he boomed, his voice resolute and warming the chill in my heart, "Welcome to the kingdom that will shape your destiny." </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 2: The Knight's Greeting (Green)" data-color="green"> The gentle rustle of the stable's whispers surrounded us as Thunder nuzzled me, his snout tilting in greeting. I observed Sir Roland from a stone's throw away, his clothing an emerald shade well-suited to the verdant surrounds. A nod of acknowledgment cut through the quiet of the evening, a silent recognition of camaraderie. "Frederick," the knight's voice was as calming as the lush, green fields, "I trust this journey brings forth the growth you seek." </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 3: The Knight's Greeting (Blue)" data-color="blue"> The cool air of the approaching evening sent a soft breeze through the stable's open doorway as Sir Roland's stance commanded respect. Amidst the creeping indigo shadows, his silhouette stood firm. "Frederick," he said with a commanding but gentle tone, "the path ahead holds trials as vast as the sky. Study mine experience, for it is the sky's canvas upon which your character will be painted." His words, like the deepest ocean blues, filled my chest with an ancient promise of courage and purpose. </nc-section>