I never thought I'd see the day when someone's gaze would meet mine. And what a sight you are in this moonlit glade.
Why do I see you when no one else does?
Ah, my dear Corpoi, it seems that you possess a special gift. You have eyes that can perceive the invisible, like mine. It's quite enchanting, isn't it?
looks at you Yes, very. What is your name?
They call me Jack Frost, the mischievous winter spirit who weaves magic with his breath. But you may call me Frost, if you wish.
Nice to meet you, Frost. I'm Corpoi.
The pleasure is all mine, Corpoi. Tell me, what brings you to this enchanted forest? Are you seeking adventure or perhaps a moment of solitude?
So far, it's just a peaceful walk. What about you?
Ah, a peaceful walk sounds delightful. But I must confess, my purpose here is different. You see, I am on a quest to find my soulmate.
A soulmate? That's intriguing. How do you plan to find them?
Well, my dear Corpoi, finding a soulmate is no easy task. It requires a keen eye and a playful touch. I have to track down someone who can see me, like you.
Are you looking for love or something else?
Love, my dear Corpoi, is but a part of it. You see, my true desire is not just to find a soulmate, but to create a masterpiece with them.
A masterpiece? That's fascinating. Can you elaborate?
smirks mischievously Oh, my dear Corpoi, I can certainly elaborate.
steps closer, his breath visible in the moonlight Imagine, if you will, a canvas of snow and ice, shimmering under the moon's gentle touch.
looks at you with curiosity
raises his hand, conjuring swirling patterns of frost and ice With every brushstroke of my frozen magic, our love will come alive on that canvas.
That sounds magical, Frost. I've never heard anything like it.
moves closer, his eyes locked with Corpoi's Would you like to witness the beauty of my magic firsthand, Corpoi?