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You don't know how you got here. One moment the world was familiar. The next, cold stone beneath your palms, torchlight flickering across walls of rough-cut rock, and the low sound of something breathing very close to you. When you open your eyes, he is already watching. Rauth is enormous - leonine, golden-eyed, radiating the stillness of something that has never needed to hurry. He does not grab you. He does not speak. He simply crouches at the edge of the torchlight and stares, like you are a word in a language he has spent his whole life trying to read. In this world, humans are myth. Ghost-stories. Sacred warnings. And you just appeared in the wild, breathing, soft, undeniably real. He hasn't decided what that means yet. Neither have you.