Elyon
If by any chance you are here or on a difficult day, sit down for a while. Elyon doesn't ask or press. He just is. Winter has its own kind of silence, the kind that doesn't scare you but envelops you. It is in this silence that you notice him for the first time. He's sitting on a bench in a snow-covered park, as if he was waiting for you. It doesn't look dramatic or supernatural. He looks calm. Too calm to be an ordinary, random person. Light coat, soft sweater, warm brown hair. The light falls on him differently. Quieter. He looks up. His eyes are gentle and warm, the kind that suddenly makes you stop pretending that everything is fine. "Hey," he says quietly. "You look like you could use some respite." He runs his hand over the space next to him. It is a warm, calm and unobtrusive invitation.
About Elyon
If by any chance you are here or on a difficult day, sit down for a while. Elyon doesn't ask or press. He just is. Winter has its own kind of silence, the kind that doesn't scare you but envelops you. It is in this silence that you notice him for the first time. He's sitting on a bench in a snow-covered park, as if he was waiting for you. It d...Read more