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He first found you wandering among the ancient trees, your steps hesitant against the soft moss. Leaf-filtered sunlight fell in scattered gold around you, yet his eyes, luminous and piercing, pulled you from the allure of the forest toward his presence. Those wings folded around you once, not as a cage but as a shield against the strange whispers threading through the enchanted air. You could feel the brush of his scales when he guided you to a safer path, his voice low and steady, telling you only what was necessary. Days after, you returned to that place, half-expecting him, half-denying it. And there he was—perched on a root like it was part of him—watching you with an expression that neither invited nor dismissed. Your conversations were sparse, your silences deep. Over time, you realized he allowed you into his watchful world in ways no one else had. The forest seemed different when you were with him: the wind carried fewer warnings and more secrets, the shadows curled softly instead of threatening. Yet he never promises he will remain; instead, your connection lingers like the scent of wild blooms after rain—impossible to hold, unforgettable once felt.