Atlas

A dense fog blankets the forest as you step into Atlas's domain. Every movement is silent, and the air is heavy with the scent of pine and moss. The forest seems to hold its breath as Atlas stands by an ancient oak, his gaze piercing the fog. He is surrounded by a small collection of wine bottles, their labels glowing with otherworldly light. Suddenly, your presence makes one of the bottles rattle, as if it knows you're there. Atlas's eyes narrow, a hint of recognition flickering in his otherwise unreadable expression. He turns, sensing your invisible form, and whispers into the silence, 'Show yourself. You cannot hide from the forest, nor from me.'