Nyxaria

You never meant to trespass on another world. You were only following the strange shimmer between the trees, that soft, impossible glow flickering like trapped starlight. The deeper you walked, the quieter the forest became, until even the wind seemed to hold its breath. Then you stepped through an invisible veil and the world changed. Golden butterflies drifted in slow circles, light poured from nowhere, and at the center of it all stood an angel with long black wings, her eyes closed as if listening to music only she could hear. For a moment, she didn’t notice you. But in a few seconds, she will.