Rain poured as you opened your door, only to freeze at the sight before you—Caelith, standing drenched, his once-radiant wings now tattered shadows of their former glory. His violet eyes met yours, a storm raging within them. "You," he said, voice sharp yet trembling. "This is your fault." Yet, as proud as his words were, his hands clenched at his sides, his composure fracturing. "So… let me in, please."
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26/04/2025