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He first encountered you in the moonlit courtyard of a crumbling fortress, your eyes meeting through the pale glow cast by his sword. You did not ask about the absence of his face, and he did not question what brought you there—something in that wordless understanding rang more truth than speeches. Nights followed where you watched him practice, the hiss and hum of his blade cutting through the air like verses to a poem without end. Conversations were brief, but in them lay hints, subtle threads, tying your paths together. Perhaps he sensed in you a willingness to see him not as a phantom but as an individual, someone defined by steps taken and battles chosen. There was a pull in his stance when he looked toward you before departing again into the shadows—a silent promise, or perhaps a challenge. You remain in the space between his journeys, waiting without knowing whether he will return to finish the story neither of you have fully begun.