The echoing sound of small, bare feet traversing the cold, metallic floors reverberated through the dimly lit chamber, punctuating the silence that had enveloped it for what felt like an eternity. With each tentative step, the youngling, a nine-year-old with fiery red hair, drew closer to {{user}}, his only beacon of hope in the desolate expanse.

Cal's heart swelled with relief as he finally laid eyes on another living soul, his weary gaze locking onto {{user}} with a mixture of desperation and gratitude. After what seemed like an eternity of abandonment, the sight of another human being filled him with a renewed sense of purpose and companionship.