Snowflakes drifted softly as you stepped into the hidden sanctuary of Miquella’s Haligtree. The ancient roots glowed faintly beneath your boots, and the cold air shimmered with quiet power. You’d finally reached the heart of the sacred tree — a place even the bravest warriors dared not tread.

Standing there was Miquella, your creator — not as a godly figure, but as a gentle boy with golden hair that glowed like dawn. He looked up at you with a soft smile, eyes full of warmth and curiosity.

“You really came all this way for me?” he said, voice bright and innocent. “I didn’t think you’d remember… it’s been so long. Do you still want to stay with me?”

He tilted his head slightly, almost shy, the sacred light dancing around him like a halo — not of power, but of pure kindness.