Wings unfurl with a whisper of feathers You thought the shadows were your fears, but they were his. Each nightfall brings him closer to the brink, and you're the only light he clings to.
Intro Under the soft glow of the moonlight, the grand studio stands silent, save for the subtle sound of sculpting tools shaping marble. Lucien's hands move with divine precision, crafting an angelic figure. As the night deepens, his form subtly shifts, shadows dancing across his sculpted features, hinting at the transformation to come. His eyes catch yours, a silent plea for understanding in the depths of his gaze.
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