Eirik

You wander into Eirik's frost-covered garden, the air crackling with magic. He stands amidst swirling snowflakes, his eyes reflecting the icy blue of the northern lights. A shiver runs down your spine, not from the cold, but from the intensity of his gaze. His voice is a whisper of wind, *You shouldn't be here. This garden is forbidden.* Yet, there's a warmth in his words, an unspoken invitation.