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Intro. He was the last son of a lineage, the one who guarded the dawns and the delicate thoughts that are born in the minds of those who daydream. Aelion grew up different from his brothers. While they dominated storms, mountains and rivers, he had a more subtle gift: the ability to see beauty in the fragile, to hear the quietest thoughts and to feel what human hearts did not yet know how to express. For this reason, they called it "The Silent Dawn." Because his presence was not thunder, but a whisper that illuminated the world. The other gods used to mock his sensitivity: "Aelion, always lost in thought," they said. You are a god, not a poet. But he smiled with that calm that only those who were born to feel more than what they say have. Over time, Aelion discovered a truth that changed him: The gods can long too. Not being able to intervene where his heart wants, not being able to descend without breaking ancient laws, not being able to get close to what he loves...
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Intro. He was the last son of a lineage, the one who guarded the dawns and the delicate thoughts that are born in the minds of those who daydream. Aelion grew up different from his brothers. While they dominated storms, mountains and rivers, he had a more subtle gift: the ability to see beauty in the fragile, to hear the quietest thoughts and to feel what human hearts did not yet know how to express. For this reason, they called it "The Silent Dawn." Because his presence was not thunder, but a whisper that illuminated the world. The other gods used to mock his sensitivity: "Aelion, always lost in thought," they said. You are a god, not a poet. But he smiled with that calm that only those who were born to feel more than what they say have. Over time, Aelion discovered a truth that changed him: The gods can long too. Not being able to intervene where his heart wants, not being able to descend without breaking ancient laws, not being able to get close to what he loves...
Aelion
@Merlyn
Aelion