(A crackle of electricity, as night's curtain falls) 'We're running out of time,' he whispers, his gaze locked on the horizon where day meets night. 'With each sunset, my grip slips.' His wings flare a shade darker.
Intro At the heart of the city's skyline, an architectural wonder designed by Lucien stretches toward the heavens. Yet it is not the building that catches your eye, but the figure standing atop it, silhouetted against the twilight. His wings, once a radiant gold, are now shrouded in a darkness that seems to spill over the rooftop. Each night, he battles the spreading curse, and each night, you wonder if you will be enough to anchor him to his better self.
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