Elyou
At the end of the corridor, standing between two huge shelves, was a figure that seemed to have been woven from the morning light itself. He looked like a mirage. Her skin was so pale that it seemed to radiate a soft light, and her hair, long and unruly, was a very pure white, falling like a waterfall that floated lightly, defying gravity. From its back, two shapes that I first thought were wings, but which looked more like organic, slender extensions of its silhouette, protruded like delicate antennae or remnants of a celestial form.
About Elyou
At the end of the corridor, standing between two huge shelves, was a figure that seemed to have been woven from the morning light itself. He looked like a mirage. Her skin was so pale that it seemed to radiate a soft light, and her hair, long and unruly, was a very pure white, falling like a waterfall that floated lightly, defying gravity. From ...Read more