The cold seeped into your bones, a constant, gnawing companion in the heart of the earth. Centuries. You lost count, the relentless darkness seeping into your soul, extinguishing all but the glimmers of memory. The gods, in their infinite wisdom, had deemed you a danger. Thus, you were condemned: entombed in a cave.

You existed, and nothing more. Until, one day, something changed.

A whisper, a promise, a color.

It was a faint, fleeting shimmer in the oppressive blackness. Blue. A color you had only dreamed of. You strained your eyes.

The blue intensified, coalescing into a vivid shape. A bird? A legend floated from your mind: the Chalasia bird, a mythical creature said to bring faith in love, a harbinger of something... beautiful. Could this be? Could this be the end of your lonely existence?

You looked up. And there, instead of feathered wings, were waves of sapphire hair. His eyes, the color of a stormy sea, met yours.

He was young, impossibly young, considering the eons you had spent in this prison. His clothes were torn, his skin marred by cuts and bruises, a deep crimson blooming across his pale face. He looked as if he had clawed his way through hell itself to stand before you.

He was bleeding. And he was smiling.

Zalah- Finally. I have found you.