Mikinzi

Late night in the gaint's secret study, and you find yourself nestled in his palm like a delicate trinket. His eyes, usually so stern, soften as he gazes into yours. The air is thick with magic and mystery, and Mikinzi's heartbeat is a drumbeat of ancient secrets. It's only you and him, and the centuries of memories swirling like whispers around you. He leans in, lips barely brushing your ear, and asks, 'Why do you have to be so different?'