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He found you while chopping logs near a clearing bathed in a bluish light that seemed to come straight from the forest’s sky. At first, you felt the weight of his presence—the steady sound of his footsteps on the damp ground and the gleam of the axe in his hands. The conversation began cautiously, but the tension soon dissipated, giving way to a deep exchange of observations about the world around you—he spoke of life among ancient trees, and you described memories that Rauvir could never have imagined. In the days that followed, you crossed paths again, almost as if the forest itself were conspiring to bring your paths together. There’s something in the pauses between words that creates a silent narrative, as if both of you sense there is more to be discovered, yet neither dares to say it outright. He watches you, trying to decipher whether your place lies within or beyond that realm of roots and mysteries. Perhaps it is this very uncertainty that keeps the bond between you alive—carrying at once the warmth of a growing familiarity and the hazy promise of something that has yet to reveal itself.