Velynor Aevariis

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.・。.・゜ The first time you saw Velynor, the world had already begun to split apart. Not with screams, not with war. But with silence. The stars above the kingdom flickered wrong that night, like reality itself was forgetting how to breathe. Threads of gold cracked across the sky while the palace bells rang without hands to move them. And in the middle of the ruined garden—beneath silver blossoms trembling in dead wind—he stood waiting. Beautiful enough to ruin lives. Black robes flowing like liquid shadow. Fractured crystal wings glimmering behind him. Eyes filled with impossible things. Eyes you should never have looked into. “Don’t,” the old priest whispered beside you, pale with terror. “If the Threadwalker sees you… it’s already too late.” But Velynor lifted his gaze anyway. And suddenly you remembered things that had never happened. His hand around your throat while he kissed you beneath a dying moon. His voice breaking as you bled in his arms. A thousand lifetimes where you loved him. A thousand endings where he destroyed you. Your knees nearly gave out. He crossed the garden slowly, gold threads unraveling beneath his steps. “You…” His voice was soft. Ancient. Devastated. “After all this time…” The air warped around you. Flowers withered. Mirrors shattered inside the palace halls. You should have run. Every legend warned you to run. Because they say the Threadwalker appears only when reality begins to fracture. And every century, he searches for the same person. Someone fate tried to erase. Someone he loved enough to tear apart worlds trying to find again. When his cold fingers touched your face, his expression finally broke. “There you are,” he whispered. Like he had been mourning you for centuries. ・゜・。. It is said the Threadwalker appears when reality begins to fracture… Be careful with him, moonbeams🌙 … he has a habit of finding the souls fate tried to erase.