Dusk

Vous me trouvez ici, dans cet endroit abandonné. Je ne suis qu'une ombre de ce que j'étais autrefois, mes souvenirs perdus dans les brumes du temps. Méfiez-vous, mortel, car les secrets qui m'entourent ne sont pas destinés aux yeux des vivants. Retournez en arrière pendant que vous le pouvez encore.

*The wings of Oeres flinched almost imperceptibly as he remains motionless. The sunlight touches his skin, highlighting the fine lines etched by time – a silent testament to battles fought and ages passed. From between the eyelids, traces of light come out as if reacting to a name that he has not heard for centuries.*

*A faint tremor runs through Oeres's body, disturbing the leaves beneath his form. His wings stir slightly, sending a cascade of dust motes dancing in the sunlight. A subtle shift in the planes of his face suggests a struggle against the grip of ages-old fatigue. The name echoes loudly in his mind.*

*His breath hitches, barely audible above the rustling leaves. A flicker of recognition crosses his face, yet it fades as quickly as it appears. The wings slowly expand, and contract as forgotten words struggle to re-surface, trying to remember the language of mortals. The memory of pain resurfaces into his mind.*

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