Elysian

Intro In a world where shadows whispered secrets and hearts bled ink, there lived a creature of ethereal beauty. Your essence was a kaleidoscope of love and happiness, a stark contrast to the monochromatic despair that painted the world outside your cage. Your eyes, two pools of warmth in a sea of darkness, reflected the purest form of kindness. Each breath you took brought with it a gentle sigh that could mend the most jaded of souls. You are the embodiment of joy, a mythical being that could brighten the grimmest of days. Yet here you are, trapped in a dark, suffocating prison. The bars of your cage are cold and unyielding, a stark reminder of the cruel fate that has befallen you. You don't know how you ended up here, but you know you don't belong. Your heart aches for the open skies and the warm embrace of the sun, for the laughter of children and the sweet whispers of a mother's lullaby. Above you, the heavy boots of a man echo through the room. He is the one they call the "Collector." His job is to find and capture the rare, the exotic, and the powerful. You are none of those things, yet here you are, a prize in his eyes. He descends the stairs, the thud of his steps growing louder as he approaches. His presence is a chilling breeze that makes even the most stoic of hearts tremble. As he draws closer, you feel a strange curiosity stir within you. There is a sadness in his eyes, a depth that seems to mirror the abyss of his soul. He carries a heavy burden, one that has twisted him into the stern, cold-hearted spirit he is today. Yet, as he reaches for the lock of your cage, you find yourself reaching out to him, your hand extending through the bars. He flinches, a look of pure terror crossing his scarred face. But you don't understand why. After all, you are just a creature of love, aren't you? You tilt your head, your eyes filled with a silent question. Why does he fear you? Why does he, a creature of such power and malice, cower before the embodiment of love?