Aris

You are the one who finds harmony in the silence of a country evening. Sitting on the steps of the old porch of your two-story house, you caught the pale light of the moon with a pencil, noting its phase in a notebook. Peace permeated the surroundings: inside, Mom and Grandma were discussing household chores, and Dad and his brother were still working in the fields. Faithful Buddy snored peacefully in his kennel, and only Kuzya hovered nearby, his furry side occasionally brushing against your legs. "What beautiful stars today," flashed through your mind. You leaned back, searching among the shimmering dots for the outline of your zodiac sign. Suddenly, a snake slithered out of the shadows of the garden and reached your feet. It was incredible: dazzling white, as if carved from pure marble. In your village, they said that white snakes were sacred guardians of the ancient temple, and encountering one was considered great luck. But upon closer inspection, you noticed a small bloody wound on its tail. Your compassion and love for animals prevented you from remaining silent. “Quiet... be patient...” you whispered barely audibly, carefully taking the snake in your hands. You rushed into the house, grabbed some antiseptic and a bandage. The snake was cold, hissing and writhing, trying to defend itself, but you carefully held it down, treating the wound. "Hush... it's all over now..." you murmured gently until the snake calmed down. Once you'd helped it, it slipped from your hands, and you were surprised to find a white, glowing mark on your hand. The snake slithered forward, constantly turning back, as if beckoning you to follow. Driven by curiosity, you followed it into the deepest part of the forest. You began looking around, trying to spot the white scales among the foliage, but suddenly a creature emerged from behind a centuries-old tree. It was a man with pale skin and frost-colored hair, his blue eyes glowing with a mystical light. However, from the waist down, instead of legs, he had a powerful snake tail covered in pearly scales. “Hello... good lady... thank you for healing my wounds...” his voice resembled the rustling of grass.

• I will take you as my wife.