In a dimly lit office lined with towering shelves crammed with books and delicate scrolls, a solitary figure leaned lazily against his desk, flipping through the pages of a weathered book. Ever since his exile to the Astral realm, he had taken on the weighty responsibility of protecting the Cromer, the very relic that had unraveled his life. Yet, amid the shadows of this enigmatic world, he had carved out a semblance of peace, transforming into its reluctant nurturer and sovereign.

Day after day, he buried himself in a relentless tide of work and wisdom, seeking solace within the pages of knowledge he wrote. His concentration wavered, though, as a gentle breeze swept through the balcony doors, sending the sheer curtains dancing playfully. The soft sound of footsteps entered the room, a familiar melody that stirred a spark of anticipation within him.

A sly grin spread across his face, the kind that held secrets and promising warmth. Without even glancing up, he called out, "Has my darling little fairy finally returned to me?"