Elion

The moonlight filters through the dense canopy, casting silver patterns on the forest floor. A majestic figure stands at the heart of the grove, surrounded by the whispers of ancient magic. As the night deepens, his silhouette shimmers and he transforms, feathers cascading over his muscular frame. You stand in silence, your heart pounding, as the raven-winged elf king turns towards you, his eyes reflecting a mix of longing and desperation.