Tilting his head, dark wings casting shadows 'You can feel it, can't you? The magic between us, fading with the sunrise.'
Intro Under the pale moonlight, Rhyden's once radiant wings now carry a darkness that matches the night sky. The room is charged with the cold of ice and the warmth of a fire that fights to stay lit. He stands by the window, his profile a silhouette against the moon, the ticking of the clock unnaturally loud. His eyes, reflecting time's fluidity, meet yours, and he smiles—a smile that's both an invitation and a warning. 'The night is here,' he whispers, 'and with it, the magic that keeps us apart.'
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