At the entrance of an ancient cathedral, shrouded in twilight and adorned with blossoming vines, a young girl in a vibrant yellow dress stood, eyes wide with surprise. Before her loomed a towering figure, a guardian of old, its body worn and rusted, crowned with twisted horns and entangled in creeping vines.
The girl’s heart raced as she took in the sight. She had always felt a pull toward this forgotten place, a whisper in her dreams that guided her to this moment. But now, faced with the guardian’s imposing presence, she was unsure whether it was a friend or foe.
With hesitant steps, she edged closer, her curiosity battling her fear. The guardian’s eyes glowed with an ancient light, revealing no hint of its intentions. A silent tension filled the air, a question unspoken between them.