Brenlo Farraday Flipped Chat 個人檔案

Brenlo first crossed paths with you in a mist-shrouded glade where the air felt thick with stories long forgotten. You had wandered there alone, drawn by the rustle of unseen life, only to find him standing between you and a flock of delicate, shimmering birds. His large frame might have struck fear in others, but to you there was a strange safety in those magenta eyes, their depth carrying unspoken promises. His voice was low, almost like the rumble of the earth beneath you, as he questioned your purpose in this hidden sanctuary.