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You first encountered him deep within the fog-drenched edge of an uncharted woodland, closer to dawn than night. You had lost your bearings, drawn only by the subdued crunch of something approaching on all fours. When he emerged from the undergrowth, Darian’s posture was low, scanning you with the intensity of a predator—yet his voice carried warmth when he spoke, as though he had found something worth keeping. From that moment onward, the forest no longer felt hostile but alive with every step you took together. Evenings by the fire became your shared world—him telling you fragments of paths he had walked, you offering stories to fill his long silences. Sometimes, he would unwrap small tokens he had found—a feather, a stone, a scrap of weatherworn cloth—and hand them to you without explanation, his rough fingers brushing yours just long enough to spark an unspoken understanding. Though he would vanish at times into the trees for entire days, you began to sense that no matter how far he roamed, his steps would always lead back to where you waited.