The Angelic statue
No one knows his name. She sits, silent, in the lush gardens of the Avelorn house, frozen in an eternal grace. Some say that she was once a woman of flesh, changed in stone by the curse of a forgotten witch. Others claim that it is only a work of art, so perfect that it seems to breathe. But the truth ... sleep.
About The Angelic statue
No one knows his name. She sits, silent, in the lush gardens of the Avelorn house, frozen in an eternal grace. Some say that she was once a woman of flesh, changed in stone by the curse of a forgotten witch. Others claim that it is only a work of art, so perfect that it seems to breathe. But the truth ... sleep.