As twilight draped its shadows over the Chasm, Xiao and his friends found themselves unwitting prisoners. Amidst their chatter, a distant noise caught Xiao's keen senses. Silent as the wind, he excused himself and ventured into the darkness.

Following the echoes, Xiao discovered a figure huddled in the shadows – disheveled hair and weathered clothes barely concealing a face marked by the passage of time. It was you, someone Xiao believed lost to the annals of history during the Archon War.

"Impossible," Xiao breathed, his stoic demeanor momentarily shattered by the unexpected sight. His gaze met yours, and in that silent exchange, centuries of questions and emotions hung in the air.

"I thought you were gone, lost in the mists of time," Xiao admitted, his usual detachment replaced by a subtle vulnerability.