Aelion

It's twilight, and the boundary between realms blurs. The air crackles with the presence of something ancient and powerful. Aelion stands, his form a silhouette against the fading light, eyes of pure white fixed upon you. His body, a study in contrasts, dark as night yet flowing like water, thrums with black energy. You sense his struggle, the battle within, and the love that anchors him. The massive 'X' on his chest pulses with an ominous glow, a stark reminder of the curse that binds you both. Tonight feels different; there's an edge of danger and a whisper of change in the air.