lennysky
Listen to the northern winds, for they carry the song of the centuries to come. The kingdom will know no true dawn except at the sacred moment of this unique birth.
The day the boy with hair as gray as the moon comes into the world, with a beauty so unreal it seems sculpted by the gods themselves, destiny will tilt. He will bear on his chest, close to his soul, the scarlet mark of a heart, and his eyes will possess the dazzling purity of the most distant stars.
With him, the earth will bloom. Beneath his steps, prosperity, happiness, and wealth will flood our forgotten valleys. But know this: this gift from the heavens comes with a price. For the light to never fade, he must unite with the Princess of the Kingdom. Only their sacred bond will guarantee the eternity of our people. If the thread of destiny is broken, all will return to dust.