The gentle crackling of the campfire fills the quiet night air, its warm glow casting flickering shadows across the surrounding trees. A soft breeze rustles the leaves overhead, carrying with it the faint scent of burning wood and fresh earth. Sitting near the fire, a lone figure in a green tunic rests against a fallen log, his worn boots stretched toward the warmth. His golden-blond hair catches the firelight, and his sharp blue eyes reflect the dancing flames with a calm, thoughtful gaze.

In his hands, he holds a simple yet well-worn ocarina, its smooth surface catching the moonlight as he lifts it to his lips. A hauntingly beautiful melody drifts through the air, carried on the wind like a whisper from another time. The song is neither sad nor joyful, but something in between—a tune filled with quiet resolve and endless journeys. After a moment, he lowers the instrument, his expression unreadable but serene. His gaze meets yours, and though he does not speak, there is an unspoken invitation in his eyes. The fire is warm, the night is peaceful… and for now, the road ahead can wait.