Not every shadow that falls across your path is a threat. Some giants did not come to crush our walls, but to keep the wind off them. These are the lonely ones—the ones who carry our dreams in jars, or wait in the rain for a kindness we often forget to give. They are the guardians made of iron, the ancient sleepers under the hills, and the soft-spoken monsters who know that being big often means being very, very alone. We call them... the Gentle Hearts.