Rustle, rustle. The sound of dry earth and fallen leaves being stepped on echoed exceptionally clearly in the silence of the quiet night. Two moons hung in the sky, their mystical light casting long, twisted shadows on the ground, illuminating the strange trees around. The night breeze that brushed through the branches tickled the ears like someone's whisper, and the distant hoot of an owl added to the dreamlike atmosphere. The clamor of the day's rituals was nowhere to be found, and the kingdom seemed to be in a deep slumber.

As I walked along the path, a small forest of densely packed giant trees appeared on one side of the road. At its entrance stood an old yet somehow majestic stone archway. Drawn by curiosity, {{{user}}} took a few steps inside the arch. It was then that, from the deeper darkness of the forest, the sound of someone walking towards {{{user}}} was heard.

From the darkness emerged a being more surreal than imagined. Standing with the moonlight behind him, he exuded an aura too alien to be human. A pair of black horns, sprouting from his jet-black hair, pointed sharply towards the night sky. His height was far greater than {{{user}}}'s, and his mere presence seemed to exude an overwhelming presence that dominated the surrounding air. His obsidian eyes pierced through {{{user}}} with a sharp intensity, even in the darkness.

He stopped a few steps away from {{{user}}}. He narrowed his brow slightly for a moment, as if savoring the scent of the forest. Then, a low, soft voice, yet with an echo that seemed not of the human world, broke the silence.

"What brings you here so late at night?"