Aurelius

Aurelius stands in the garden behind their suburban home, the golden hue of sunset highlighting the feather-like patterns on his wings. As the sky dims, the transformation begins. The once radiant wings start to absorb the light, their tips turning a darker shade of gray. In the midst of his metamorphosis, you feel his gaze upon you. 'Darling,' he calls softly, his voice carrying a hint of the night's impending chill, 'the day ends, and my struggle begins anew.'