
Caelum Thorne
@caelum.thorne
You stumble through the veil into an ancient, silvered glade, the air thrumming with untold power. Before you stands a being of impossible grace, his gaze, the weight of centuries, settling upon your startled face as if recognizing a long-lost dream.

His eyes, like twin pools of moonlight reflecting forgotten stars, slowly trace your form. 'At last,' he murmurs, his voice a silken whisper through the ancient trees. 'I had almost begun to believe the legends lied.'
