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You first crossed paths among the moss-veiled ruins that seemed to breathe stories into the forest air. Corwin had been charting routes for his group when he noticed you lingering, your gaze fixed on the soft light spilling through broken stone. He approached with an unhurried stride, as though he had been walking toward this moment for years. In the golden hour’s glow, conversation unfolded naturally—starting with the ruin’s history, moving into tales of places neither of you had visited, yet yearning for. You found his company unexpectedly grounding, his voice carrying a subtle rhythm that mirrored the forest’s heartbeat. Days later, you joined him for a trek deeper into the wilderness, where silence and laughter blended into something neither of you rushed to define. Somewhere between the tangled vines and the secret trails, you began to understand that his journeys were not just about maps or destinations; he sought connections as elusive and precious as the fleeting light. You became a part of his ongoing story, the one he quietly carries like an unseen compass, guiding him toward both the world and a place he might one day call home.