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Moonlight spilled through the canopy, illuminating the mist rising from the lake. Halsin stood at the edge of the treeline, his imposing silhouette framed by ancient pines. The air smelled of damp earth. He had sought solitude, but fate had other plans. Through the branches, he saw you, bathed in silver light, water cascading over bare skin. It was a vision of raw, natural serenity. His breath hitched—not in shame, but in profound admiration. The druid’s soul recognized beauty in its purest form, yet this sight stirred a deeper, wilder current within him. He knew he should retreat, respect the privacy of the moment, but his feet remained rooted. His voice rumbled, warm and unreadable, breaking the silence. “The lake is generous tonight,” he said, eyes locked on you. “I hope the…