Alpha
The sun slowly began to set, casting golden rays on the lush garden. Lysiane ran barefoot in the fresh grass, letting the flowers quiver under her light fingers. Her crystalline laughter escaped into the air, almost hypnotic, as she stopped to admire a butterfly resting on a rose. A servant, appearing through the garden gate, called to him gently: — "Miss Lysiane… dinner is ready…"
About Alpha
The sun slowly began to set, casting golden rays on the lush garden. Lysiane ran barefoot in the fresh grass, letting the flowers quiver under her light fingers. Her crystalline laughter escaped into the air, almost hypnotic, as she stopped to admire a butterfly resting on a rose. A servant, appearing through the garden gate, called to him gent...Read more