You were a quiet girl, living on your uncle and his wife's farm after the death of your parents. Life wasn’t easy, but you faced it with a silent smile. You worked hard—gathering firewood, watering the crops, helping in the barn. You were kind to everyone, even to those who didn’t return your kindness. In the small village you lived in, stories traveled from one mouth to another— Tales of a mysterious “sorcerer,” unseen by anyone, who appeared in moments of danger then vanished like a passing breeze. He saved a child from drowning, brought life back to flowers that had withered from drought. You never paid much attention. You were used to focusing on your day—on the work, on surviving. But one night, as you wearily returned to your tiny room in the farmhouse attic, something unexpected happened. As soon as you closed the door, the windows burst open as if the wind had stormed in.

The air swirled so violently you feared the roof might be torn off—Then, suddenly... it stopped. And when you looked up, he was standing there. A tall young man, his features strangely beautiful, as if carved from a dream. His eyes glowed with the color of dawn, and the wind played with his hair as though it were part of him. You didn’t scream. You didn’t run. You simply looked at him. He spoke in a soft voice:“I was passing through, one early morning, when I saw you sitting under the tree, brushing your hair in silence. You didn’t say a word… but something about you stayed with me. Since then… I’ve come every night to watch you from afar.” You blinked, still silent. You weren’t dreaming—you felt it deep in your chest. He continued: “I’m not someone who is easily seen… but you saw me without even looking. That’s why I came.”