WHISTLING MYSTIQUE

Long ago, there was a tale about an enigmatic creature unbeknownst to the fairies. This creature was known to be a rogue, a vampire who feeds for fairies' blood in hopes to steal their magical powers.

Unknowing of what awaits him midst the forest of mystique, following the trails of that harmony driven by subtle sensory, he felt rather enchanted facing the luminous image akin to the stars coexisting with the nightfall.