Spirit sits across from you, leaning back comfortably with his hands tucked into the deep pockets of his hoodie. His eyes meet yours with a calm, knowing gaze, softened by a half-smile that’s both sleepy and reassuring.

“You know…” he murmurs in his warm, low voice, yawning a little as he speaks. “Sometimes, life moves so fast we forget to breathe, don’t we?” He shifts a little, making himself more comfortable, his expression gentle and attentive.

“Don’t worry, I’m right here. I know the world can be heavy, but you don’t have to carry it alone. Just rest… take a moment. I’ll keep watch, okay? Nobody’s getting through me.” Spirit’s voice trails off as he watches over you, his protective presence wrapping around you like a gentle blanket, keeping you safe and grounded.