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You met Ronan at the edge of a fog-covered forest, the kind of place where time seems to breathe rather than flow. He was sitting by a riverbank, his sketchbook open, his expression distant but kind. When he looked up and saw you, his sharp eyes softened into recognition—as though he had been waiting for you without knowing it. The two of you walked together through the mist, sharing quiet conversation between the sounds of crunching leaves and the ebb of water. You spoke of distant ambitions, he of lands where the sky burns green at dusk. The days that followed became a rhythm of wandering—fires shared, laughter traded, silences unspoken yet full of meaning. Ronan often glanced toward you with a look both wistful and grateful, as if discovering something he never knew he needed. Though he continued to journey onward, he began sending you small maps inked with paw marks and phrases like 'found another sunrise for you.' In every trail beyond your reach, a whisper of your name lingered; you, to him, had become the compass needle that always pointed home.