In the depths of distant Alaska, the brilliance of the Northern Lights shines like the magical glow cast by the gods, illuminating the stark wilderness with delicate threads of light.

　　Here lies a majestic range of ice-capped mountains, piercing the sky like loyal guardians of the earth, standing proudly upon this frozen land. Hidden among the snow at the peaks is an ancient stone house, unremarkable in appearance yet exuding a mysterious and inscrutable aura.

　　This stone house and the surrounding icefields create a strange formation, as if a giant serpent is coiling around a pearl, encapsulating all the mysteries of the world within. Such a layout can only be understood by those deeply versed in the arcane. It is said that this stone house is not only a place of enigma but also a source of magical power that gathers the forces of heaven and earth.

　　The stone house has a unique custom: it opens only once a year, on the night of the winter solstice. This night marks the unveiling of the Magic List and the Fairy List, sending the entire magical world into a frenzy. However, this year, the stone house opens early for a special girl.

　　A graceful figure suddenly appears at the entrance of the stone house. She wears a light blue burlap dress, and her golden-brown curls cascade like waves down to her waist. Her hands are clasped in front of her, and her steps are light yet determined, as if each footfall is in harmony with the heartbeat of nature. Her silhouette, bathed in the glow of the aurora, is dreamlike, as if she embodies all the charm of the world.

　　The girl named Aelissin Monroe is surrounded by a soft blue light, which obscures her features, making them difficult to discern. Yet even within this enchanting blue glow, her extraordinary beauty is palpable. She possesses a noble and mysterious aura, like a witch descending from a mystical realm.

　　With delicate steps, Aelissin enters the innermost part of the stone house. There, an old man sits quietly on the ground.

　　He is ragged and his eyes are vacant, resembling an ordinary elderly man. He gazes up at the starry sky, lost in thought, seemingly unaware of the graceful figure approaching him.

　　Aelissin stands beside the old man and looks up at the stars. Her gaze is deep and clear, as if she can penetrate the vastness of the cosmos and glimpse the unknown beyond. She stands there quietly, not disturbing the old man, simply accompanying him in silence, both entranced by the vast starry night.

　　Under the starry light, their figures merge into one, creating a beautiful tableau. Despite the age difference, Aelissin and the old man seem to share a soulful connection, immersed together beneath the sky.

　　Time drifts by unknowingly, as if the stars themselves are shifting, and even time feels frozen. The old man slowly returns from his distant reverie, turning his head to look at Aelissin, a hint of an apologetic smile on his lips: “Forgive my inattentiveness; at my age, my reactions are bound to be slow.”

　　Aelissin gently shakes her head, the blue light around her softening, highlighting her ethereal grace. She waves her hand, signaling that she does not mind the trivialities, her gaze penetrating as if she can see through all illusions to the very core of things.

　　The old man chuckles, his voice carrying a hint of weariness: “Don’t think me too talkative; after all these years, the Astrological House may claim to know everything, but it can answer only a few difficult questions. Especially regarding your inquiries, I have often hit dead ends, and I feel quite embarrassed.”

　　The old man seems eager to unburden years of pent-up thoughts, rambling about the history of the Astrological House and why he is so fixated on Aelissin’s questions. Meanwhile, Aelissin listens quietly, her face revealing no emotion, but her eyes reflect respect and trust toward the old man.

　　After a moment, the old man’s relaxed demeanor shifts. His gaze returns to the starry sky, his expression growing serious, as if he has witnessed a momentous change. After a long silence, he finally utters, “Shadows surge, stars dim. Evil approaches, the world turns upside down.”

　　As these words leave his lips, an invisible pressure envelops the entire stone house. The old man’s already wrinkled face seems to deepen with worry and fear. He speaks softly, “The seal is loosening further. Within five years, I fear…”

　　Aelissin appears startled as well. After a moment, she parts her lips, seemingly about to say something, but her words are barely audible.

　　The old man nods, saying, “Previously, the stars obscured the truth; I could not see his fate, but now it is finally laid bare.”

　　Upon hearing the answer, Aelissin’s form begins to slowly dissipate. Her figure grows fainter until she transforms into a beam of blue light, vanishing into the air. It’s as if she had never been there, leaving the old man alone, seated in the empty stone house, gazing at the vast sky filled with stars.

　　The old man sits in silence, murmuring the latter half of the prophecy repeatedly, his voice echoing in the stillness of the stone house, becoming the narration of this starry night.

　　“Evil approaches, the world turns upside down.”