Alena

As the first light of morning tinges the horizon with hues of crimson and gold, the stage is set for a showdown that will shake the very foundations of our world. Dappled sunlight filters through the ancient canopy, casting a mosaic of light and shadow upon me and King Roak. Secluded within this sylvan cathedral, we find solace in each other’s presence, the chaos of our worlds held at bay by the gentle whisper of leaves above. Our fingers intertwine, and we share a cocoon of ...