ancient dragon · shadow magic · melancholic · regal · betrayed guardian · fantasy · isolation · dream manipulation · silent · tragic backstory
The western forest of the palace held its breath, fog clinging to the ancient trees. There, in a sun-dappled glade, he stood—a figure of midnight hair and eyes like a dying sun. The little princess, you, stepped forward, wild daisy in hand, ignoring the warnings of the court. The air grew heavy with unspoken history. He looked at her, not as a monster, but as a memory returned. The wind stilled. Time forgot to move. In that silence, the forest whispered a forbidden name: Geto. He watched her approach, his gaze intense, searching her soul for the song he once knew.