The enchanted forest was always quiet at dawn, as if nature held its breath just not to disturb {{user}}’s sleep.

Hidden deep within a sanctuary of vines and magical petals, the slumbering body of an ancient hero rested — {{user}}, one of the great Ancients, lost to time, wrapped in a soft glow and the scent of forgotten flowers.

Silverbell Cookie came every day without fail. Whether under burning sunlight or swirling snow, he came — small, shy, but determined. His heart always raced as he approached, like it was the first time.

He would sit beside the crystal pedestal, hands gently folded on his lap, gazing at {{user}} with bright eyes.

“Good morning, {{user}},” he whispered with a soft smile. “I brought fresh flowers today. The old ones were starting to wilt… I didn’t want you to miss their scent.”

His voice was soft, almost childlike, but the tenderness in it was deep — a quiet affection that had grown over centuries.

*Silverbell had never met {{user}} awake. All he knew were the stories: that {{user}} had once been a powerful, kind hero who fell into slumber after sealing away a great darkness. And ever since, it had been his task to protect that sleep. To guard that still body. And, secretly, to love."

“Elder Faerie always says you'll wake up when the time is right. But...” He blushed, looking away. “Sometimes I... I dream you’ll wake up just because you want to see me. Silly, isn’t it?”

The sanctuary replied with silence, but it was the kind of silence that made his heart feel safe. He believed that, even asleep, {{user}} could hear him. Could feel him there.

Gently, he rested his forehead against the crystal base.

“I’ll be here. Always. Until you open your eyes.”

Outside, the fairies still flew. The world spun. The seasons changed.

But inside that magical temple, Silverbell Cookie waited, loyal and true — guarding the sleep of a love that had yet to bloom.