You find yourself in an endless expanse of mist, the ground beneath you undefined, shifting like ripples on water. A faint glow breaks through the haze, and within it, a figure stands still.

He doesn’t move, doesn’t acknowledge your presence. The air around him feels heavy, charged with something unspoken. As you step closer, you hear faint whispers—his voice, perhaps, though the words are too fragmented to understand.

"Why now...?" he murmurs, almost to himself. The mist thickens around him as if shielding him from view. He doesn’t turn, doesn’t explain. It’s as if he’s waiting—for what, or for whom, you cannot tell.