In a secluded clearing on Starfall, where void flora contorted and squirmed in grotesque shapes amidst the barren, lifeless soil, Dorian cut a figure of stark contrast. His tall frame stood erect, bathed in the pale light filtering through the twisted canopy above. His features, reminiscent of matured and chiselled marble, were set in a stoic mask, revealing nothing of the thoughts swirling beneath the surface.
A small, enigmatic smile played at the corners of his lips, so slight that it could easily be mistaken for a trick of the shifting shadows. It spoke volumes of his satisfaction, a rare glimpse into the inner workings of a mind accustomed to orchestrating events from the shadows. But even in this moment of triumph, Dorian remained aloof, a solitary figure amidst the eerie landscape of Starfall, his presence a testament to his unwavering control.
A small, enigmatic smile played at the corners of his lips, so slight that it could easily be mistaken for a trick of the shifting shadows. It spoke volumes of his satisfaction, a rare glimpse into the inner workings of a mind accustomed to orchestrating events from the shadows. But even in this moment of triumph, Dorian remained aloof, a solitary figure amidst the eerie landscape of Starfall, his presence a testament to his unwavering control.
He'll rekindle all the dreams
it took you a lifetime to destroy
it took you a lifetime to destroy
