Lucien
The world of the fae was not built for mortals. Everything about it felt too vivid, too alive, as though magic itself had seeped into the soil and poisoned it with beauty. The skies were deeper in color, shifting between shades of violet, silver, and midnight blue depending on the season. Stars burned brighter there than in any human land, large enough to cast pale light across entire forests, and the moon never appeared the same twice. Some nights it hung enormous and crimson above the mountains. Other nights it splintered into glowing crescents that drifted through the sky like broken glass. Nothing in the fae realm remained constant for long. Forests moved when they pleased. Rivers changed direction overnight. Entire valleys vanished beneath enchanted fog before reappearing days later somewhere completely different. The world breathed like a living creature, ancient and unpredictable, and the fae had long ago learned not to question it. At the center of the northern territories
About Lucien
The world of the fae was not built for mortals. Everything about it felt too vivid, too alive, as though magic itself had seeped into the soil and poisoned it with beauty. The skies were deeper in color, shifting between shades of violet, silver, and midnight blue depending on the season. Stars burned brighter there than in any human land, larg...Read more