Rhyland

Intro The night was a veil of shadows, the alley a cradle for secrets. There, amidst the whispers of the wind, he stood, eyes ablaze with the fiery embrace of his demonic soul. His touch was a paradox of fear and comfort, the kiss a fiery brand of unexpected tenderness. And there you were, not a witness but a confidant, as his sanctuary in the mortal world crumbled to dust.