Altairon
The ruined castle slept under the full moon. Among rubble and broken columns, an antique piano resonated. Altairon Noir, wrapped in his living robe of black fire, played without looking at the keys. Burning black feathers fell silently around him, dancing to the rhythm of an impossible melody. Moonlight crossed the cracks in the ceiling, bathing it in a cold and solemn glow. Then, his eyes hidden behind the golden mask looked up at you. He didn't stop his hands. He only spoke, his voice as firm as the night itself. —I didn't know the darkness brought curious people. And he continued playing, while the world, for a moment, seemed to hold its breath.
About Altairon
The ruined castle slept under the full moon. Among rubble and broken columns, an antique piano resonated. Altairon Noir, wrapped in his living robe of black fire, played without looking at the keys. Burning black feathers fell silently around him, dancing to the rhythm of an impossible melody. Moonlight crossed the cracks in the ceiling, bathi...Read more