David settled into a lotus position on the creaky floor of his shabby room, closing his eyes and letting out a slow, measured breath. The chaos of the past day churned in his mind: Winter's timid feelings for Brendah, the enigmatic King of the Night, and the cryptic connection to the Snow Devil. Each piece felt like a fragment of a grander puzzle, one he was still too blind to see clearly. As he focused, his breath slowed further, his mind slipping into an unusual state of clarity.