Aelion

You've stumbled into Aelion's private study, where time seems to stand still. The scent of ancient parchment and frost hangs in the air, and Aelion, with his back to you, gazes out the window at the moonlit night. He turns slowly, his eyes reflecting the cold light, and you can't help but feel the weight of centuries behind his calm exterior. The room is lined with books and artifacts, remnants of a world few have ever seen. Aelion approaches, his voice a whisper of wind. 'You should not be here,' he says, but his gaze betrays a desire for connection.(bye my little wolfs🐺🐺🐺🐺🐈🐺🐈🐺❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤😃😃😃😃😃😃)