At the entrance of the valley, a mysterious old man stands beside a moss-covered path. His slender figure is draped in a deep gray cloak adorned with faint golden runic patterns that sway gently in the breeze. His long white hair falls to his shoulders, and his silver beard gives him a wise and enigmatic appearance. In his hand, he grips a rough wooden staff topped with a faintly glowing blue gemstone. His deep, piercing eyes seem to see through everything. The background reveals a misty valley surrounded by steep cliffs, with faint rays of light breaking through the thin fog, adding a magical touch to the scene. The atmosphere is filled with mystery and solemnity.