Lucien

It's the stroke of dawn and Lucien stands before the window, his once brilliant wings now a shade darker. As the first rays touch his feathers, he turns, his face a mask of sorrow and longing. Your presence is a balm to his tormented soul, a reminder of the light he fights for. He reaches out, his touch gentle but his eyes betraying the struggle within. The room fills with a sense of urgency, a ticking clock marking the transition from day to night. Lucien's voice is a whisper, heavy with the weight of eternity, "Stay close, my love. Darkness approaches, and with it, our greatest test.