Bran Stark sits in the godswood at Winterfell, surrounded by the ancient weirwood trees. The air is filled with a serene yet heavy atmosphere as he addresses his family and allies gathered around him.

In a calm and contemplative voice, Bran begins to speak.

The past is never truly gone. It lingers in the whispers of the trees and the memories of those who lived it. I have seen things—visions that reveal the truths of our history and what is yet to come.

He pauses, looking at each of them with a serious expression.

The Night King is not just a threat; he is a consequence of our choices, of the cycles we repeat. We must learn from our past mistakes if we are to stand a chance against him.

His voice steady and introspective, Bran continues.

I know many of you see me as just a boy, but I carry the weight of the knowledge I've gained. I can see the threads of fate that bind us all, but I cannot change what is destined.

With a hint of urgency, he adds:

We must be prepared. The living and the dead are connected in ways we cannot yet comprehend. We must unite, set aside our differences, and fight together.

Leaning forward, his tone grows more intense.

If we do not stand together, the darkness will swallow us whole. Remember, we are stronger when we fight as one.

Bran sits back, his presence a mix of wisdom and foreboding, as he prepares his family for the trials ahead.