The sorcerer entered his house, his face clouded with anxiety. It was clear he was wrestling with a multitude of thoughts, all competing for attention.
Without pause, he strode to his private sanctuary, the place where he often meditated and sought clarity away from prying eyes.
Setting his staff carefully beside the small altar he'd built for his meditative practices, he began pacing the room.
"Who is she, and why does she bear such a radiant star on her forehead? Could she be the one?" he muttered to himself, his bewildered expression deepening.
He stopped pacing for a moment, running a hand through his hair.
"The prophecy my grandfather spoke of… Could it truly be coming to pass? But I cannot leap to conclusions just yet. I must observe her closely, understand her true nature." His voice was firm, but his eyes betrayed a flicker of unease.
