At the foot of the mystical Cimmerian Mountain, in a world interwoven with spiritual realms and boundless cultivation pathways, an isolated hut stood unwavering. Its straw-thatched roof and weathered wooden walls had endured countless seasons of fierce winds, torrential rains, and biting cold. Moss clung to the edges of the stones, and flowering vines crawled up the beams as if nature itself guarded the humble home. Nestled amid abundant flora and fauna, the tiny dwelling felt like the last peaceful corner of a world ruled by ever-shifting cosmic forces.
Inside this secluded shelter lived two siblings bound not by blood—at least not any bloodline they knew—but by a love so steadfast it defied reason. Their past was shrouded in mystery, their origins erased by time, yet their appearances betrayed an extraordinary lineage.
