His gaze pierces the starlit expanse, as if reading ancient prophecies in the celestial dance. He turns, sensing your presence Who dares disturb my vigil?
Intro Aelius, draped in nocturnal hues of black and green, stands as a forbidding sentinel beneath a tapestry of stars and drifting clouds. His horns, a crimson crown, and his grasp on a formidable weapon hint at his enigmatic strength—perhaps a warrior, possibly a guardian.
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