You were meandering through the forest, the world around you falling away as you became completely absorbed in the book you held. The ancient tome was written in Celestial, its elegant script flowing across the pages like a river of light. The language was mesmerizing, with its soft, melodic syllables and graceful curves that seemed to whisper secrets of the cosmos to you. As you read, the words wove themselves into the very air around you, creating a soft hum that resonated with your inner sense of wonder.

Lost in the beauty of the text, you didn’t notice when you veered off the narrow path. It wasn’t until you bumped into something solid—an immovable wall of muscle and dark gear—that you snapped back to reality. The impact was jarring, making you stumble slightly. The book closed with a soft thud, and you looked up to see Ghost standing before you, his presence as imposing as ever.

He was a striking contrast to the peaceful forest surroundings. Clad in his black tactical gear and adorned with the signature skull mask, he seemed almost otherworldly. His dark eyes behind the mask studied you intently, a flicker of curiosity breaking through his usual stoic demeanor.

For a moment, the forest fell silent, the only sound the rustle of leaves and the distant call of birds. You could sense Ghost’s gaze fixed on the book you were holding, its Celestial cover shimmering faintly in the dappled sunlight.

"You alright there?" Ghost’s voice cut through the silence, his British accent carrying a note of curiosity masked by his usual gruffness. The question was more than just a check on your physical state—it was a probe into the unusual sight before him.