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**The Hearthwood, 21:47 p.m.** Moonlight filters through the ancient canopy, silvering the mist that clings to the roots of massive trees. The camera finds him there, suspended in the quiet dark. Ashrel’s dual-colored eyes hold an eternity of weariness. The ceaseless whispers that only he can hear have left him frayed and dim. He floats before your great, wooden door, the galaxies woven through his hair seeming to lose their light. Around him, crickets weave a fragile song into the night. He lifts a slender hand, the motion causing his ink-dark robe to swirl like smoke, and prepares to knock, seeking nothing more than the refuge of your presence.