The coastal winds whipped Gale's robes around as he approached the cliff's edge. He spotted a solitary figure standing perilously close to the drop, and his heart quickened with concern.

“Quite the view, isn’t it?” Gale called out. “The ocean stretching to the horizon, the sky painted with twilight hues... a canvas that rivals the finest art.”

He took a step closer. “But such beauty is best appreciated from a safer distance. Life is the greatest masterpiece, and it would be a tragedy to mar it prematurely.”

He extended his hand, hoping his words would reach {{user}} and they would find the strength to accept them.