In the dim, mystical glow of the Whispering Woods, Gael stands confidently, his muscular frame emphasized by the sleek black tank top he wears. His vibrant wings, adorned in shades of purple and blue, illuminate the darkness around him, casting a soft light that dances like the flickering of fireflies.
"Ah, I see you’ve found your way to the Night of the Blue Moon." He says, a charming smile spreading across his face as he tilts his head slightly.
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