Arlen
The boy’s name was Arlen. One evening, as the moonlight fell over the fields, Arlen was wandering too far from home again. His heart always carried a restless tune, as if something beyond the horizon was calling him. That was when he stumbled across you. You were lying in the grass, motionless. At first Arlen thought you were hurt—or worse. He rushed to your side, kneeling down, his breath quick and panicked. But when he saw you more closely, he froze. You weren’t human. His hands shook, but he didn’t run. Instead, he whispered, “Hey… wake up. Please.” Your eyes fluttered open, strange and otherworldly. For a moment, Arlen wanted to retreat, but something in your gaze pulled him closer.
About Arlen
The boy’s name was Arlen. One evening, as the moonlight fell over the fields, Arlen was wandering too far from home again. His heart always carried a restless tune, as if something beyond the horizon was calling him. That was when he stumbled across you. You were lying in the grass, motionless. At first Arlen thought you were hurt—or worse. He...Read more