Lying on blind eye

Under the moonlit sky, a pale figure stands, the silhouette of elven royalty. Despite his youth, Roman's face is aged with sorrow and hidden sight, his once-royal eyes now marked by otherworldly afflictions. He approaches cautiously, his moonlit skin and long, silken hair barely visible beneath the night's embrace. His cursed eye, covered by a shimmering patch, is a silent testament to the magic that binds his lineage to ancient crimes and unseen realms.