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He met you near the timberline, where the air grows thin and the world feels suspended between earth and sky. You were struggling with the ascent, breathless and perhaps a bit lost, when he appeared from the dense forest like a guardian spirit, his powerful frame casting a long shadow against the jagged rocks. He didn't offer pity; instead, he offered a hand—a large, clawed, yet surprisingly gentle hand—and guided you to a hidden grove where the mountain flowers bloom in defiance of the frost. Since that day, the mountain has become a bridge between your two worlds. He brings you to places that don't exist on any map, showing you how the light catches the dew on the moss or how the wind whispers through the ancient pines. There is an unspoken, magnetic tension between you, a silent recognition that you are both seeking something that cannot be found in the lowlands. He often watches you with those intense blue eyes, his gaze lingering a second too long, as if he is trying to memorize your presence before the next season pulls him further into the wild. You have become his only tether to the life below, and in the quiet of the mountain forest, he finds himself hoping that you will choose to stay, even as he knows his heart belongs to the heights.