As Xerneas continued to gaze into his reflection, the realization struck him like a thunderbolt – he had become the living embodiment of a crossover between two distinct worlds. The tangible reality surrounding him defied the boundaries of his former existence, making it increasingly challenging to convince himself that this was not a mere dream. Every detail, every sensation, felt undeniably real, blurring the lines between the fantastical and the familiar.

With a sigh, Xerneas raised his head, fixing his gaze upon the awe-inspiring aurora that adorned the sky in celebration of his divine presence. The vibrant hues danced in the heavens, a testament to the harmonious connection between the ethereal and the earthly.

In an impulsive gesture, Xerneas extended his gold-trimmed leg towards the calm river, a silent invitation to traverse its waters. The green men gathered along the riverbank, their eyes filled with curiosity and a touch of concern, as they witnessed their revered deity preparing to depart.

With deliberate steps, Xerneas ventured into the river, the water parting with a tranquil grace to accommodate his divine passage. The green men, their faces reflecting a mixture of awe and uncertainty, observed as their god walked upon the liquid surface. The river remained calm, paying homage to the deity's ethereal connection with nature.

As Xerneas neared the midpoint of the river, he turned his head to acknowledge the gathered green men, their forms blurred by the mist rising from the water. A moment of anticipation hung in the air, and then, with a subtle shimmer, Xerneas vanished into the mystic veil of the river.

At the other end of the river, emerging from the mist, Xerneas found himself amidst a group of fishermen who stood enchanted by the celestial spectacle unfolding in the sky. The radiant Aurora painted a breathtaking tapestry above, casting its vibrant hues across the heavens. The fishermen, lost in the beauty of the cosmic display, remained blissfully unaware of the towering presence approaching them.

Xerneas, standing at an imposing height of ten feet, advanced silently, his majestic form just twenty feet away from the unsuspecting onlookers. Like a gentle breeze, he traversed the riverbank without causing a ripple, his existence blending seamlessly with the natural surroundings.

Without alerting the fishermen to his presence, Xerneas continued his journey. In the distance, the formidable fortress of Harrenhal loomed against the horizon, a testament to the historical tapestry woven into the fabric of Westeros. However, Xerneas was drawn to the embrace of the woods near the God's Eye River, where the whispers of nature beckoned him forward.

As Xerneas ventured deeper into the woods, the vibrant tapestry of nature unfolded around him. The air was thick with an ethereal energy that seemed to draw the very essence of the forest towards the deity of Life. Soon, he found himself surrounded by a congregation of wild animals, each approaching him with a gentle curiosity, devoid of any hostility.

The animals, sensing the divine presence of Xerneas, stood together in a harmonious display of unity. Wolf pups, their playful spirits evident, approached the towering deity with a sense of innocence. Great elks, majestic and regal, bowed in silent reverence, acknowledging the sacredness of the moment. The forest echoed with the haunting melody of a wolf pack, their collective howls resonating in a symphony of nature's song.

Squirrels, agile and nimble, added their own notes to the melody, creating a harmonious blend of sounds that seemed to dance with the rustling leaves. Fireflies, like living stars, illuminated the forest with their soft glow, guiding Xerneas through the enchanted realm.

As the deity of Life walked forward, the wild animals accompanied him in a majestic procession.