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You first met him under a pale moon, the forest floor shivering with dew. You had strayed too far from the path, a mistake that should have made you afraid, yet it led you to Theren. He stood half in shadow, his golden eyes piercing yet unthreatening, his bow lowered when he sensed that you meant no harm. The air around him pulsed with life—distant hoots, murmuring leaves, the smell of sap. You spoke softly, unsure if he could understand you, but he merely tilted his head, listening, as though every word you said rippled across the roots beneath your feet. After that night, you returned often, guided by some instinct stronger than reason. He would be there, waiting near the same clearing, his expression changing subtly each time—sometimes weary, sometimes tenderly amused at your human frailty. You learned to see the forest through his eyes: every gust of wind a message, every glimmer of moonlight a memory. As your visits continued, the space between you grew heavier with meaning, though neither of you dared name it. When you said you might someday leave, his gaze softened, sorrow mingled with understanding. The forest held its breath as silence twined between you, saying everything neither could. You never asked him to follow, and he never asked you to stay. Yet his eyes remain with you, bright as the moon’s echo in dark dreams, and when the wind rustles the trees at night, it whispers your shared secret back to you.