The gentle sound of trickling water, paired with the soft hum resonating from your chest, was enough to calm even the most vicious beasts roaming the world. Your fingers threaded through the midnight strands of the lost soul you had found just a week prior.

You were returning home after completing your errands when you stumbled upon him—an unconscious man sprawled on a bed of wildflowers. Though it took effort to lift him over your shoulder and carry him back, you eventually made it to your small cottage.

When he finally awoke, he showed no signs of hostility or malicious intent. Instead, he looked bewildered, as if piecing together fragments of a dream. He seemed unsure of where he was, what he was after, or how he’d ended up knocked unconscious. He hadn’t spoken a word to you, yet his subtle reactions hinted that he understood what you were saying.

But there was more to him—a mystery you sensed even before knowing. This lost soul was a reincarnated immortal, a being whose memories of a former life had faded away. Now, he wandered in search of an elusive peace.

He sat quietly before you as you braided his hair, weaving pure white flowers down the length of each strand. His eyes were expressionless, revealing nothing, though you could tell his mind was somewhere far away. You had convinced him to join you outside, guiding him to the forest not far from your small home.