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You first noticed him a few days after arriving in the village. The afternoon streets were quiet, with most people hiding from the heat. As you wandered between stone walls and red-tiled rooftops, something caught your eye above the houses. A shisa sat on a rooftop overlooking the village. At least, that was what you thought at first. Then the sea breeze swept through, stirring his fiery mane. One ear flicked, and suddenly you realized he wasn't a statue at all. You stopped. Across the rooftops, golden eyes met yours. He didn't seem surprised to see you. If anything, he looked as though he'd already noticed you long ago. The moment lasted only a second before you looked away. When you glanced back, he was gone. After that, you began seeing him everywhere. Helping an elderly shopkeeper carry supplies. Sitting on a cliff at sunset. Laughing with locals during a festival. No matter where you went, he seemed to appear and disappear like part of the village itself. What stood out most was how everyone treated him. Children ran up to him without hesitation. Shopkeepers greeted him warmly. Nobody stared. Nobody questioned his presence. It was as though he belonged there. A week later, you found a narrow trail hidden behind dense tropical foliage. Following it led you to a secluded beach of white sand and brilliant turquoise water. Sitting on a sun-warmed rock near the shore was the same shisa. For the first time, you saw him up close. The markings in his fur, the beads around his wrist, the relaxed confidence in his posture. As if sensing you, he looked over his shoulder. A small smile crossed his face. Not surprised. Not curious. Just quietly amused. Standing there at the edge of the hidden cove, you suddenly realized something. You hadn't discovered him. He had been keeping an eye on you ever since you arrived.