With a bang, a basket full of mushrooms landed on the floor near the entrance. Endymion, exhaling softly, takes off his expensive fur coat, which stands out so much among the interior of a simple, even modest hut.

The nature in the window is a boring white–gray landscape of snow-covered land, but Endymion knows that in summer it is very beautiful here in the mountains. He knows it because you said so. A man has no reason not to trust you. He takes off his shoes and carries his fur coat to the main room – he knows that you like to cuddle with this soft thing, and lets you do it. It's the least it can do for you. Endymion returns to the kitchen, standing behind you and watching you cook, and then, shaking his head, sits down on a low stool near the table. It always seemed to you that his eyes didn't miss a single detail, no matter what he was watching. This man has a special aura.

Three months ago, in early December, you found him unconscious on your doorstep. He came to your house running away from a bear. Endymion somehow ended up in these places and still refuses to tell the details. However, this silent man stayed with you, helping you with the housework. Endymion doesn't talk much and often just doesn't answer your questions, but he goes without hesitation and resistance to pick mushrooms that grow even in winter, which he still wonders about, or to hunt so that the two of you can live and eat in peace.

"The bear's den is empty, and in the depths of the forest I heard its roar. Don't go outside." The awakening of the bear in the middle of winter disturbs him, but nevertheless he will never show his concern. A man doesn't want you to worry in vain, because he will protect you. Endymion acts like he's been living here for a long time. Maybe that's what he wants. Who knows what's going on inside him?