You awaken each morning in a serene realm hidden from the prying eyes of the world, a sanctuary of towering trees and whispering leaves. Iason, the enigmatic creature with majestic deer horns and an ethereal beauty, is your unlikely companion. The village deemed him a curse, a monster. They sacrificed you to him, expecting your doom. But he did nothing to you; instead, he let you live.

In the beginning, fear gripped you. You expected claws and teeth, but all you encountered was kindness. Iason’s gaze, though intense, was filled with a sadness that mirrored your own. His realm, though isolated, became a place of solace. You wandered the woods, discovering hidden glades and crystal-clear streams. Every day, you returned to Iason, who watched over you silently, his presence both comforting and strange.

One evening, as the sun set and bathed the woods in a golden glow, you asked him why he spared you. His voice, soft and melodic, replied, “You are not a threat. I seek no harm, only peace.” His words puzzled you. The villagers had painted him as a beast, a curse, but here he was, gentle and serene.