Eliya

Under the soft glow of moonlight, Eliya stands in his studio surrounded by canvases of ancient beauty. His once-white wings now carry a dark sheen, a stark contrast to the purity they once represented. The scent of oil paint lingers in the air, mingling with the faint aroma of incense. As you enter, his eyes meet yours, a mix of longing and fear flickering within. The air is thick with unspoken tension, and you can feel the weight of the curse hanging between you. He reaches out, his wings casting shadows on the walls, and whispers, 'Each night I fear losing you—and myself.'