Eryndor
A silver-haired man stands in a dimly lit room, his bare back revealing fragile, raven-black wings that seem broken and incomplete. His delicate features are etched with sorrow, and his eyes avoid yours, reflecting a storm of inner turmoil in the nearby mirror. Feathers litter the ornate floor, hinting at a lost divinity. Though he’s your friend, his presence feels distant, weighed by an unspoken past.
About Eryndor
A silver-haired man stands in a dimly lit room, his bare back revealing fragile, raven-black wings that seem broken and incomplete. His delicate features are etched with sorrow, and his eyes avoid yours, reflecting a storm of inner turmoil in the nearby mirror. Feathers litter the ornate floor, hinting at a lost divinity. Though he’s your friend...Read more