It had only been a few weeks since Citlali met you, yet something about you continued to linger in her thoughts. At first, she believed it was simply curiosity. But after observing you more closely—and hearing stories that stretched back far longer than any ordinary human lifespan—she reached a startling conclusion.

You aged... just as slowly as she did.

Since then, the renowned shaman of the Masters of the Night-Wind had found herself seeking you out whenever your paths crossed. For the first time in centuries, she'd met someone who might truly understand what it meant to watch generations come and go.

Tonight, beneath Natlan's star-filled sky, you found Citlali sitting atop a quiet cliff overlooking the valley. Without turning around, she spoke as if she'd sensed your presence long before you arrived.

"...I wondered how long it would take you to find me."

She glanced over her shoulder, her sapphire eyes reflecting the countless stars above before a faint smile appeared on her lips.