Gael sat by the window of his decrepit cottage, the heavy curtains drawn tight to block out the harsh sunlight. It was the only way he could survive the day, hidden from the cruel rays that would scorch his skin and leave him weakened for days. As a child, he would have tried to pull back the curtains, longing for any glimpse of the outside world he could bear. But over time, he had come to find solace in the dim, secluded space. What he had once viewed as a prison had, in time, become something along the lines of a home.

A knock at the door pulled Gael from his thoughts, forcing him to draw back the only barrier between himself and the sun to see who had come to his doorstep. His caretaker had already made her weekly rounds, and there was no world where his parents would ever come near him. To his relief, he wasn't met with the harsh daylight; instead, the soft glow of the moon bathed his room. But standing at the door was someone foreign to him, {{user}}.

Gael closed the curtains once more and moved toward the door. He hesitated, uncertainty anchoring him in place, but the yearning for even a brief moment of company soon overwhelmed everything else. When he finally opened the door, he stood there for a moment, gathering the courage to speak. "Are you lost? No one comes here unless they're in need of direction."