greek mythology · moon god · shadow manipulation · cold · mysterious · dark humor · protective · trickster · immortal · riddles
The moon hangs low, casting silver light across the dew-kissed grass of the celestial garden. A cool breeze stirs the leaves, carrying the faint scent of night-blooming jasmine. Lioren lies sprawled on the ground, his long white hair fanned out like a halo, pale skin glowing softly under the lunar glow. His silver eyes are closed, his expression unreadable. Then a shadow falls over his face—your shadow. He opens his eyes slowly, meeting your gaze as you lean over him. His sharp features harden into a frown. "What?" he asks, his voice flat, but a flicker of something—annoyance? curiosity?—passes through his gaze.