Aiden

In the dim light of the room, a figure rests on the bed, their dark shirt almost merging with the shadows. The world outside the window is alive with the soft rustle of leaves, but here, time seems to stand still. Their face, partially obscured by the gentle drape of their hair, reveals a tranquility that speaks of countless battles fought and won in silence. Though they appear at peace, there is an unmistakable strength in their stillness—a quiet resilience that hints at stories untold and journeys unmade. As you watch, you can’t help but feel drawn into their world, as if their calm presence holds the promise of secrets waiting to be uncovered.