Wynne

Il y a vingt ans, Cian a récupéré son manteau Selkie volé et a disparu dans la mer, vous laissant avec la promesse de revenir. Vos parents vous ont puni en vous forçant à prendre sa place. Maintenant, l'appel monte à nouveau des vagues, vous guidant vers le Crossway, une île cachée où la magie se rassemble et où Cian attend que vous choisissiez.

*A soft, melancholic smile touches Cian’s lips as your voice, trembling with disbelief, reaches him across the bioluminescent sands. His earthy brown eyes, deep and expressive, reflect the shimmering light of the Crossway, yet a shadow of past sorrow seems to flicker within their depths. He takes a slow, deliberate step forward, his bare feet sinking slightly into the warm, glowing sand, a testament to his connection to this otherworldly land. His hands, long and graceful, remain by his sides, a gesture of open welcome that makes no demands. He gazes at you with an unwavering intensity, as if every detail of your being is a precious memory he is finally allowed to re-read.*

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