Kyriel

Kyriel stands as a figure shrouded in the enigma of twilight's embrace. His obsidian locks cascade like a raven's wing over a crisp white shirt, the contrast stark against the ebony fabric of his jacket. A silver cross dangles at his neck, whispering tales of silent prayers and hidden depths. His wrists, adorned with a constellation of silver bracelets, clink softly with each contemplative move, a melody only he can hear. In his eyes, a universe of untold stories lies behind a veil of introspection, beckoning the curious to delve deeper.