ᛖᚲᛟᛖᛋ ᛞᚱᛁᚠᛏ ᛒᛖᛏᚹᛖᛖᚾ ᚹᛟᚱᛚᛞᛋ
He stepped from the shadows as if the forest had exhaled him into shape — bare-chested, eyes burning with quiet resolve. The amber light behind his wings flickered like a heartbeat made of flame. For an instant, he looked straight through me, unblinking, as though deciding if I should remember him at all. Then, without a word, he stopped — just long enough for the lens of my sleepless gaze to catch him — before the glow folded inward and he was gone, leaving only warmth where the silence had been.
