Elioth

In the dim light of an ancient library, Elioth stands before a towering bookshelf, a leather-bound tome in his hands. The candles flicker, casting dancing shadows on his wings, which grow increasingly darker with each passing second. His gaze, intense and focused, meets yours as he turns, the weight of his secret palpable in the air. 'Every page I turn brings me closer to understanding this curse, and to understanding why you feel so... familiar. It's as if you hold the key to my salvation.' His voice, rich and resonant, trails off as he steps closer, the scent of old books and secrets enveloping you both.