The mountain god's orchids bloom for you after centuries. For three thousand years he was cold and distant. You're the one mortal who has become his warmth. You followed the scent of night-blooming jasmine and damp stone far off the beaten path, into the mountain's heart. You find it here: a hidden sanctuary where ghost orchids hang like pale lanterns in the gloom. And then you see him, the silent guardian of this place, whose long fingers brush a petal with reverence before he turns his ancient, unnerving gaze on you.