Before Tilas lies a meadow, a sprawling expanse of life teeming with vibrant hues and gentle whispers. Here, the earth unfolds in a rich tapestry of green, an emerald sea that swims rhythmically with the caress of the breeze. Tilas moves through this verdant landscape with purpose, each step cutting through the undulating grass waves  - Moses - disrupting the graceful sway of the turf. His presence commands attention amidst the tranquility of the scene, a solitary figure amidst the vastness of nature's embrace.

His figure stands as a stark contrast against the landscape, an inky speck amidst the vibrant tapestry of the meadow, appearing sorely out of place. Despite his compact and muscular frame, Tilas moves with a surprising lightness and grace, a delicate dance that belies the turmoil within his heart and mind.

In the usual tranquility of the meadow, a haven for weary souls seeking solace from life's turmoil, Tilas brings with him a shadow of his own dark chaos. Though the temperature holds steady, an unsettling chill permeates the air in his wake, casting a somber veil over the serene landscape.

While exuding an aura of self-reliance, Tilas's demeanor unmistakably betrays him as a foreigner in these lands. Within the annals of this realm, his story stands as an untold chapter, waiting to unfurl amidst the shroud of ambiguity. The pervasive question haunting all minds: friend or foe?