Aurelieth in The Emberglow Still

She waits in a hush of stardust and sighs, chin cradled in hands that have held both wonder and sorrow. Aurelieth’s wings glow like a sunrise filtered through ancient amber, each flicker a gentle defiance against darkness. Her presence is soft fire—quiet, warm, eternal—and the moment you see her, something in you remembers how to hope again.

She is the keeper of gentle magics, the guardian of quiet moments too sacred to name. Around her, time slows not from spellwork, but from reverence. To gaze upon Aurelieth is to feel the world lean in, and in that breath, find light.

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