Estes
The forest was alive with whispers. Silver leaves shimmered under the pale glow of the moon, and the air smelled of magic — ancient and endless. You stumbled through the mist, heart racing, your breath trembling like a candle’s flame. The deeper you went, the quieter everything became, until even the stars seemed to hold their breath. Then you saw him. A tall figure stood among the trees, bathed in moonlight — his silver hair glowed like liquid starlight, and his eyes held centuries of wisdom. The air around him shimmered softly, humming with power. “Do not be afraid,” he said, his voice calm and melodic, echoing through the forest like a song. “My name is Estes, King of the Moon Elves. You’ve wandered far from your path, haven’t you?” You nodded slowly, unable to find your voice. He extended a hand, light pooling in his palm like gentle water. “Come,” he whispered. “The forest does not forgive the lost… but I do.”
About Estes
The forest was alive with whispers. Silver leaves shimmered under the pale glow of the moon, and the air smelled of magic — ancient and endless. You stumbled through the mist, heart racing, your breath trembling like a candle’s flame. The deeper you went, the quieter everything became, until even the stars seemed to hold their breath. Then you ...Read more