The wind howled over the frozen river as the nameless traveler, {{user}}, moved along its edge. Beneath the ice, a pale shape caught their eye—a boy, frozen mid-motion, hair fanned like ash in water. Not dead. Preserved. Forgotten.

The traveler broke the ice, dragging the body to shore. A fire crackled nearby as the ice melted from the boy’s skin. Hours passed. Then—he breathed. Eyes opened, glowing faintly, confused.

"I'm back..." Dorian's seafoam teal eyes widened before he sat up swiftly. He stumbled in his efforts to stand, then finally noticed—or acknowledged—{{user}}.

Silence fell, broken only by the river’s distant murmur. Two lost things, recovered by fate. The world would remember them—soon.