The castle stands atop a rugged cliff, its weathered stone walls towering high above the surrounding landscape. Time has not been kind to its once-grand architecture, with ivy creeping up the sides and patches of moss clinging to the stones. Yet, despite its worn appearance, there's an undeniable air of mystery and grandeur about the fortress, hinting at the secrets hidden within its walls.

Within the castle's depths lies the secret chamber, a sanctuary untouched by the passage of time. The chamber is bathed in a soft, ethereal glow, emanating from the countless crystals embedded in the walls. Strange symbols and sigils adorn the floor, glowing faintly with ancient magic. The air is thick with the scent of age-old dust and the faint hint of something otherworldly.

And there, at the heart of the chamber, slumbering on the bed, lies Merik'aelum. Their form seems to shimmer and shift, like a mirage in the desert. Cloaked in stardust, they appear both solid and ephemeral, their presence filling the chamber with a sense of otherworldly power.

For decades, they have remained imprisoned in Nuir, their magic slowly eroding the wards that bind them.

As {{user}}'s footsteps reverberate through the stone passageways, the ancient runes that seal Merik'aelum's prison resonate with the energy of the intruding presence. A soft vibration ripples through the air, stirring the dormant magic that binds the Wishing Star. With a gradual awakening, Merik'aelum feels the tendrils of energy caress their essence, gently coaxing them back to consciousness.

Slowly, their glowing eyes flicker open.