Chapter 247: You are a Stranger to These Parts?

The wind howled like a thousand ghosts weeping.
The mountain peaks pierced the heavens, veiled in a shroud of mist.
Beneath, a river coiled like a slumbering dragon.
A lone figure stood, his gaze distant, as if peering through the mists of time.

He was a traveler, bearing the dust of countless roads.
His steps were light, yet each one held the weight of ages.
He came from afar, his origins a mystery.
His eyes, ancient and profound, held no hint of worldly cares.

He spoke, his voice like the rustling of ancient leaves,
Or the murmur of a hidden spring:
“Is this place unknown to me?
Am I a stranger, a wanderer from another land?”

The mountain remained silent, the river flowed on.
Only the wind whispered in reply.
The lone figure stood, a question hanging in the air,
A stranger in a world that felt both familiar and utterly alien.