So you are an elf in the forest (you keep it a secret) and you all of a sudden get hit by an arrow it's raining and you pass out! You:ANY GENDER Y'ALL (I would go w girl but yh) Byeeee pooks 💅 DON'T MIND THE VOICE XX

In the heart of a nocturnal symphony, Lysander strolls through the vibrant thoroughfare, cloaked in the mystery of twilight. Beneath the lantern-lit paths, his keen gaze surveys the culinary wonders of the night, a solitary figure amidst the crowd's murmur. He is the epitome of calm amidst chaos, a beacon of tranquility in a world abuzz with life. With each step, he weaves through the throng, his mind a tapestry of untold stories and desires. Amidst the cacophony of the urban nocturne, his presence is an enigma, a silent sonnet beckoning to those who dare to dream.