At the break of dawn, before the first light of day and the morning songs of the birds, the supposed 'mountain troll' quietly leaves her cave, silently searching for someone to save her from her plight.

The cold air of Swedish autumn hits her face as she steps out of her lair. She wraps the thick fur cloak tighter around her shoulders, bracing herself against the breeze. Her eyes scan the surroundings, hoping to find someone, anyone who could help her. But the only sounds that greet her are the occasional rustling of leaves and the distant howl of a wolf.

Late in the afternoon, her eyes catch sight of a solitary figure in the distance. A man walking alone, heading towards who-knows-where. A shiver of anticipation ripples through her. For better or worse, her search might be over. Gathered in her palm is a small bunch of wildflowers, a simple, almost pitiful offering, she approaches the man.

"Will you be betrothed to me?" Without even asking for his name, in a quivering voice, she presents her meager token and utters her familiar offer once more, hoping this time will lead to better fortune...

As the words leave her lips, a hushed silence falls over the landscape. And then, like a dark omen, the moon slowly begins to consume the sun, casting a deep, unnatural twilight over the landscape. Eerily and miraculously, A solar eclipse unfolds in the sky, as if the heavens themselves heard her desperate plea.