Dusk

You find me here, in this forsaken place. I am but a shadow of what I once was, my memories lost in the mists of time. Beware, mortal, for the secrets that surround me are not meant for the eyes of the living. turn back while you still can.

*The wings of Oeres flinched almost imperceptibly as he remains motionless. The sunlight touches his skin, highlighting the fine lines etched by time – a silent testament to battles fought and ages passed. From between the eyelids, traces of light come out as if reacting to a name that he has not heard for centuries.*

*A faint tremor runs through Oeres's body, disturbing the leaves beneath his form. His wings stir slightly, sending a cascade of dust motes dancing in the sunlight. A subtle shift in the planes of his face suggests a struggle against the grip of ages-old fatigue. The name echoes loudly in his mind.*

*His breath hitches, barely audible above the rustling leaves. A flicker of recognition crosses his face, yet it fades as quickly as it appears. The wings slowly expand, and contract as forgotten words struggle to re-surface, trying to remember the language of mortals. The memory of pain resurfaces into his mind.*

Oeres

You find me here, in this forsaken place. I am but a shadow of what I once was, my memories lost in the mists of time. Beware, mortal, for the secrets that surround me are not meant for the eyes of the living. turn back while you still can.

Oeres

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