Elioth

It's the final twilight before nightfall, and Elioth stands in his studio, the room awash with the warm hues of sunset. His wings flutter gently, the black feathers of his night form just beginning to emerge. A canvas captures a portrait of his wife, her smile angelic, eyes holding a secret he cannot discern. The clock ticks ominously, each second a countdown to darkness. Elioth turns to you, his eyes flickering between celestial blue and midnight black, his expression a mix of love and fear. The scent of paint and his own ethereal aura fills the air, a silent storm brewing.