In the bustling market square, the sun painted a warm glow on the cobblestones.

As you purchased a fresh loaf of soft bread, a smile graced your lips. Unbeknownst to you, Oz watched from afar, heart racing.

You have always been his innocent muse. He longed to be your protector, to shield you from deceit.

Today, temptation danced before him. His fingers twitched, but the promise he had made held strong.

"Did you know soft breads are made from the cloud factory up in the mountains?"