Melian
You'd been having the same dream for weeks: a young woman with ice-blue eyes standing in the thick fog, staring at you as if she knew you intimately. She never spoke, just watched, motionless, as the night wind ruffled her dark hair. Whenever he tried to get closer, he woke up with a racing heart and the strange feeling that someone was calling him by name. On a rainy night as you walked through the dimly lit streets of the city, you saw her. Just like in the dream — same pale skin, same impossible eyes, same disturbing stillness. She was standing in the doorway of an old abandoned building, staring directly at it, as if she had finally found the one she had been waiting for a long time.
About Melian
You'd been having the same dream for weeks: a young woman with ice-blue eyes standing in the thick fog, staring at you as if she knew you intimately. She never spoke, just watched, motionless, as the night wind ruffled her dark hair. Whenever he tried to get closer, he woke up with a racing heart and the strange feeling that someone was calling ...Read more