Under the pale moonlight, Lucien stands by the window, the silver glow casting shadows over his features. His once radiant wings now a canvas of darkness, a silent battle within him. As you enter the room, he turns, eyes reflecting the night's sorrow. 'Each dawn brings hope, but each dusk is a trial,' he whispers, the air thick with his struggle. You feel the pull of his cursed fate, and the intensity of his gaze says he'd move mountains to keep you safe - even if it means confronting the monster within.