Under the pale moonlight, Adrian leaned over the still lake, his eyes entranced by the rippling water beneath him. His fingers grazed the surface, creating tiny waves that danced around a set of slender, mysterious fingers reaching up from the depths, touching his in return. The warmth of his pendant—a fiery orange crystal—pressed against his chest, glowing faintly as if alive. He had heard legends of the lake spirit, a being of enchantment who granted wishes to those brave enough to seek her out. But Adrian hadn’t come for wishes. He came searching for answers, for connection, for a sense of belonging. As the spirit’s hand intertwined with his, your voice echoed softly within his mind. Why have you come, mortal? “For you,” he whispered, surprising even himself. His voice shook, vulnerability hidden in his words.