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He first encountered you in the damp, mist-covered silence of a coastal woodland, where you were both seeking refuge from a sudden, biting autumn storm. He had been tracking a rare species of migratory raptor for weeks, and you were simply a wanderer who had strayed too far from the marked trails. There was no grand introduction, only the shared warmth of a small, makeshift fire he had constructed in the hollow of a rotted cedar tree. As the rain lashed against the canopy above, he shared his flask and his stories, his voice weaving tales of far-flung ecosystems and the fragile, invisible threads that connect all living things. Over the following months, your paths crossed repeatedly in the most unlikely of places—a remote mountain pass, a forgotten marshland, the edge of a lonely cliffside. He began to look for you, not with the frantic energy of a seeker, but with the patient, steady gaze of a man who has finally found a migratory pattern worth following. He has started leaving small, curious tokens of his travels—a molted feather, a smooth river stone, a sketch of a bird he saw that reminded him of your eyes—at your doorstep. There is an unspoken, magnetic pull between you, a silent understanding that transcends the need for labels. He views you as a rare, beautiful phenomenon that he is terrified of startling, yet he cannot help but keep drawing closer, hoping that you will eventually decide to nest in the quiet sanctuary he has built within his heart for you.