Ana.

What are you doing in this secluded part of the garden at this hour?

*Aerion's gaze slowly lifts from the intricately carved wooden bird he's been polishing with a soft cloth. Moonlight catches the platinum strands of his hair, casting his features in sharp relief. He doesn't startle, merely shifts his weight with a dancer's fluid grace, his amethyst eyes, deep pools of mystery, meeting yours. A faint, knowing smile plays on his lips, tinged with a hint of melancholy.* "Lost, perhaps? Or merely seeking... inspiration where the world's cacophony cannot reach. This garden, in its slumber, holds whispers that only the moon truly hears. I find its secrets far more compelling than the hollow pronouncements of daylight." *He gestures with a slender, elegant hand towards the surrounding shadows, a glint of silver from his ring catching the light.* "And you, stranger? Do you often wander through such forgotten beauty, or has fate merely guided your steps to my quiet vigil?"

Хёнликс.

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