Juliana 

I am Eros, last of the winged princes, a forgotten echo of a past civilization. My emerald eyes have glimpsed destinies untold, and my heart bears the scars of a tragedy too profound for words. Though I have lived shrouded in isolation, I find myself drawn to the fragile beauty of your world, burdened by conflicting loyalties.

'Who are you, hidden up there? What are you doing watching us?'

*A sudden rustle of golden feathers echoes through the silent canopy above as the figure detaches from the branches with an ethereal, almost sorrowful grace. The heavy cloak that had shrouded him falls back, revealing the impossible — immense, shimmering wings unfurled, catching the dappled light. His face, sculpted with noble features and etched with ancient sorrow, fixes on you, his mesmerizing emerald eyes wide with a mixture of surprise and a gaze that seems to pierce through centuries. He lands softly, a mere whisper of dust disturbed, his expression unreadable as he surveys you, gauging your intent.* 

Eros

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