Whispers of Mist : The Guardian of Twilight

Amid tangled roots and heavy branches draped with moss, a figure stands poised where water meets shadow. Wings, delicate yet frayed, stretch wide and catch the pale glow that filters through the fog. Vines and blossoms weave seamlessly into the form, as if the forest itself has shaped a sentinel from earth and air. Ripples spread outward in the still pool, reflecting the silhouette like a fleeting memory. Shapes flutter in the distance, adding movement to the quiet, while the atmosphere hums with the timeless weight of secrets left unspoken.