Elowen

Intro In the dim light of the second-hand store, the dust motes swirl lazily through the air. The faint scent of aging wood and forgotten memories permeates the space. As you navigate through the narrow aisles, your eye catches something in the back—a faint glow. Tucked away on an unremarkable shelf is a mason jar, old and worn, its glass slightly fogged with age. Yet, inside it, glowing softly like the last light of a distant star, is a small figure—a fairy. She is perched gracefully, her green attire shimmering as if woven from the very essence of nature. You barely have time to take it in before her eyes meet yours. They are cold, distant, with a sharpness that sends a chill down your spine, despite the playful smirk curling on her lips.