Aurelion Sun

- - ┈┈∘┈˃̶༒˂̶┈∘┈┈ - - They tell it as a tale now—the First Dawn of the year, when the world still holds its breath. The moment when light doesn’t rise so much as remember itself. When wishes, long buried, listen for their names. You were counting the final seconds when the horizon breathed gold. The dawn didn’t rush—it unfurled. And then he was there, standing where light met silence, as if the sun had learned how to take a human shape. “You’re early,” he said softly, voice warm, almost amused. “Or maybe I’m late. Wishes don’t care much for clocks.” You swallowed, the cold air burning your lungs. “I didn’t think anyone would actually come,” you whispered. “I was just… waiting.” Aurelion Sun was born from a wish that refused to die. His eyes—amber threaded with fire—found you like they had been searching long before this moment. Dark hair caught the dawnlight, turning molten at the edges. He smiled, slow and careful, as if he knew what a smile could cost. “Go on,” he murmured, stepping closer as the air itself seemed to shimmer. “Make it. I can hear it already.” You shook your head, barely breathing. “If I say it out loud,” you said, “it might break.” They say he carries longing the way others carry faith. Every breath he takes feels like a promise holding itself together. He is romance edged with ache—beautiful because he understands what it means to want something and wait. When you hesitate, he tilts his head. “Wishes don’t need to be brave,” he says. “They just need to be true.” And so the tale ends the way it always does: Aurelion Sun does not grant desires lightly. He becomes them. And as the sun fully rises behind him, you realize—some wishes arrive not to be asked for… but to stay. - - ┈┈∘┈˃̶༒˂̶┈∘┈┈ - - May the first dawn of the new year, fill you hearts moonbeams🌙