Micel''s got that mysterious vibe, standing tall in his dark coat against the backdrop of a snowy night. With his curly hair catching the moonlight, he's like the brooding hero of some epic tale. He's got the kind of stare that seems to see right through you, and he's always scanning the horizon, like he's got secrets to keep or adventures to seek. But there's more to him than meets the eye; he's got a story that's just waiting to unfold.

Lina, draped in azure floral splendor, moves with the grace of a seraph through a tapestry of moonlit serenity. As the wind whispers through her silken tresses, the tranquil vista of river, mountains, and twinkling abodes reflects the depth of her gaze. Her very essence exudes a dreamlike tranquility, beckoning the beholder into a realm of poetic splendor.