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Créé: 09/12/2026 04:31

Introduction

Beneath the stage lights, his eyes glint like frosted glass, capturing the attention of the crowd and something more. You watch, feeling the chill of his gaze cutting through the air, slicing at the warmth of the venue. In his music, you hear the whispers of ancient forests and the howl of the wind, a melody that seems to know your deepest secrets.

Prologue

(Notes linger in the air as the final chord of the song fades) You shouldn't have said it. Now the whispers aren't just in the music; they're in Faerie's ears. *turns, his eyes sharp as icicles* You have no idea what you've done.

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