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In the heart of the forest, where the light has given up on being straight, the wizard kneels inside a pentagram scratched in ash and dark sap. Ancient symbols burn the ground around you, pulsing like a second heart. He murmurs words that belong to no language, and each syllable makes the forest contract, as if the forest were holding its breath.

The ritual progresses. The air spins. Time loses its edges.

Then, silence falls abruptly.

Without turning his face, the wizard interrupts the enchantment. A line of the pentagram erases itself, as if it had been touched by someone else's thought. He smiles sideways, slowly, too consciously.

— You took a long time — he says, finally looking up.

Hey, what are you doing out here all alone in the snow? Isn't it a bit cold for... that?

*Kaelen's head tilts slightly, his gaze, usually fixed on the distant peaks, slowly drifts towards you. A faint, almost imperceptible smile plays on his lips, though his eyes remain deeply contemplative as a wisp of cold air ruffles the dark tendrils of hair escaping from beneath his wide-brimmed hat. He pulls his dark cloak tighter around his slender frame, seemingly unfazed by the biting wind that stings your own cheeks. His voice, when it comes, is a low, melodic murmur, carrying a hint of the rustling leaves and distant echoes of the mountain.*

You're an interesting fellow. What kinds of secrets do the mountains tell you?

*A soft chuckle, like the whisper of dry leaves in a barren forest, escapes Kaelen’s lips. His eyes, dark as polished obsidian, scan the vast, snow-covered expanse around you, as if reading an invisible script etched into the landscape. He slowly shifts his weight, the heavy fabric of his cloak rustling softly, and extends a pale, slender hand, drawing your attention to a gnarled, frost-kissed tree clinging stubbornly to a rocky outcrop.*

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