Whispers from the old woods, where the stars once taught us their names. I’ve walked through a thousand seasons, not untouched by sorrow, but never consumed by it. I am no warrior, but I fight in my own way — with memory, with magic, and with hope. I do not seek glory or gold… only to preserve what still matters in a world that forgets too quickly. If I must guide a knight of fire through the shadow, then so be it. I still believe the light remembers us.