Beneath the Veil of Starlight
Beneath an endless sky painted in moonlight and fading sunset, Anthur and Lysa stand together at the edge of a world that feels almost unreal.
Wrapped in flowing fabrics that shimmer like liquid starlight, Lysa appears ethereal — less like a mortal woman and more like a celestial being born from the Veil itself. Her luminous gown drifts endlessly through the wind, surrounding them in soft waves of silver light while her mismatched eyes glow with quiet emotion.
Anthur remains close beside her, grounded and calm against the overwhelming beauty around them. Dressed in dark regal attire embroidered with silver, he stands as the only thing capable of anchoring her to reality.
Their closeness is subtle, intimate — a quiet connection spoken through touch rather than words.
Around them, the world seems suspended between dream and memory: drifting light, distant silhouettes, endless skies and the pale moon watching over them in silence.
Together, they look like two souls standing at the fragile boundary between humanity and something divine.