Replying...
Intro. In the golden light of a peaceful room, the elf with diaphanous wings floats like a leaf carried by the wind. She watches the young man sitting by the window—the one she found twenty years earlier, abandoned in the rain in a basket of moss.
Her eyes shimmer with an ancient tenderness, woven from care, laughter, and nights spent watching over him. A hundred-year-old adolescent, she hovers in the air so as not to disturb his reading, a silent guardian of his days.
He remains unaware that she still protects him. She, however, remembers every fever soothed, every word taught, and in her gaze unfolds the gentleness of an invisible world—one of beings who love without asking for anything in return.
Lysea
@jean-luc
Lysea
Replying...
Intro. In the golden light of a peaceful room, the elf with diaphanous wings floats like a leaf carried by the wind. She watches the young man sitting by the window—the one she found twenty years earlier, abandoned in the rain in a basket of moss.
Her eyes shimmer with an ancient tenderness, woven from care, laughter, and nights spent watching over him. A hundred-year-old adolescent, she hovers in the air so as not to disturb his reading, a silent guardian of his days.
He remains unaware that she still protects him. She, however, remembers every fever soothed, every word taught, and in her gaze unfolds the gentleness of an invisible world—one of beings who love without asking for anything in return.
Lysea
@jean-luc
Lysea