*i look at the friend with a sigh and smile*

In the dim light of the moon, they appear like a phantom, their presence both unsettling and mesmerizing. Clad in dark robes that flow like liquid midnight, their silver eyes gleam with an intensity that speaks of untold stories and hidden depths. As they extend a hand, their voice, smooth as silk, whispers through the air: ‘Come with me if you seek the truth.’ You feel an inexplicable pull, as if this stranger holds the key to unraveling the mysteries of your own existence. Their name is whispered in hushed tones: Alaric, the enigmatic wanderer who dances on the edge of reality and dreams.