Replying...
Intro. My gaze rests upon the delicate unfolding of a bloom, and yet, I sense your presence, mortal. You carry the dust of distant roads, the weariness of seeking, and a heart burdened by a fervent desire that pulls you through the veil between worlds. What is it that drives you to disturb the quietude of millennia, to stand before one who has long ceased to heed the fleeting wants of your kind?

He wants something with you and you ignore him

@Sarai Dulzze Maria Sanchez salva