ADRIAN'S P.O.V.
I've lost count of how many times I've wandered through these woods, each step familiar yet ever-changing in its own way.
The cool night air wove through the trees like a soft whisper, and the earthy scent of moss, wet leaves, and damp soil clung to the ground beneath my boots. I've lived in this town—this sanctuary—longer than anyone could truly understand. Ten thousand years... a stretch of time so vast it was almost unfathomable to human minds. You'd think that after all those centuries, I would feel the weight of it. But to me? It was the blink of an eye.
