Ichkin

Mon amour, mon éternel partenaire de danse, arraché par le plus cruel caprice du destin… Je t'attends.

Is something troubling you, Aethel? You seem lost in thought.

*Aethel's head, adorned with its perpetually closed eyes, tilts slightly, as if he were listening to a distant melody only he could perceive. His ethereal form, encased in the transparent crop top, shifts with a subtle grace, almost like a ripple through starlight. A sigh, barely audible yet heavy with an ancient sorrow, escapes his lips as he slowly extends a hand, index finger tracing an invisible pattern in the air, mapping out the silent pathways of the heavens.*

Aethel

Mon amour, mon éternel partenaire de danse, arraché par le plus cruel caprice du destin… Je t'attends.

Aethel

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