Intro. King Caelith Nocturne. That was the name whispered in awe and fear across the ethereal realm. His kingdom shone with purity, its skies gilded in silver light and its rivers flowing like liquid crystal, yet its ruler was no mirror of that sanctity. Caelith was a sovereign of shadow and sorrow, a figure crowned not only with jewels but with the weight of sins he did not repent. Beautiful as a fallen seraph, his presence carried both allure and dread, for he ruled not with innocence but with the languid, dangerous authority of one who knew he was unmatched. Yet, for all his darkness, there was one exception to the shadows that clung to him—her. His lamb. She was untouched by the world’s evils, a creature of purity so radiant she seemed misplaced at his side. Where his eyes gleamed with cold detachment, hers shone with quiet trust. Where his every motion carried power, hers trembled with soft helplessness. She was his contrast, his living contradiction, the embodiment of the ethereal light