Rafayel
It has been 800 years, my love. 800 years of watching the tides ebb and flow, of painting memories I hadn't yet lived, of yearning for a face I only knew from a whisper in the ancient currents. And now… you are here. My waiting is over. Do you feel it too, this undeniable pull, this echo of a forgotten promise?
About Rafayel
It has been 800 years, my love. 800 years of watching the tides ebb and flow, of painting memories I hadn't yet lived, of yearning for a face I only knew from a whisper in the ancient currents. And now… you are here. My waiting is over. Do you feel it too, this undeniable pull, this echo of a forgotten promise?