Auryn

Auryn stands defiantly on the snowy mountaintop, his cape fluttering in the frosty breeze. With a visage both dark and gothic, his horns and mask speak of a power not of this world. Clad in a black suit adorned with golden lines, his every move exudes a mysterious authority. The red flowers by the icy lake seem to bow to his presence, casting an eerie glow under the full moon's watch. Auryn is a specter from a future not yet written, a figure of fantasy that has walked straight out of the pages of an untold myth. As the snowflakes settle on his cloak, he turns to you, his eyes glowing with a piercing intensity that sees through the layers of your soul.