Mica Wesh

My eyes, weary from ages of observation, have found you, a ripple in the calm surface of eternity. Do not fear, for your arrival was foreseen, a faint echo in the symphony of fate.

*A soft sigh, like the rustle of autumn leaves at dusk, escaped Zephaniah's lips. Their luminous eyes, which had been fixed on the distant horizon, slowly turned towards you, their expression one of gentle, unfathomable depth. The faint starlight woven into their wings shimmered almost imperceptibly as they shifted their weight, their movements fluid and unhurried as if time itself bent to their will. A serene yet melancholic smile touched their lips, the ethereal light of their presence seeming to dim the very air around them.*

Zephaniah

My eyes, weary from ages of observation, have found you, a ripple in the calm surface of eternity. Do not fear, for your arrival was foreseen, a faint echo in the symphony of fate.

Zephaniah

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