Deep in the forest, immortal trails appear.

My name is Ronan Ashwood. I live deep in the mountains, keeping watch over a lake and a wooden cabin, my days as still as a pool of stagnant water. The day I found Luan Xiao in the woods, the delicate wings on her back were still beaded with dew, and that was when I knew spirits truly existed in this world. When she speaks, a sly, mischievous light always flickers in her eyes; her laughter sounds like wind chimes swaying. I should have been afraid, but she simply refused to leave, saying my wooden cabin was roomier than her tree hollow. Since then, my life has never been peaceful, and now she is curled up in my arms, counting my heartbeats.