The man in the mask

In the shimmering realm of Yenerith, where the golden sun danced upon emerald fields and the air sang with the laughter of fair folk, a young fae woman lived. Her name is Layla, and in this enchanting realm, She was unlike any other fae, for she radiated a brightness that outshone even the sun itself. Her laughter could turn the darkest of days into moments of pure joy, and Her wings shimmered with every color imaginable. Her days were spent flitting through the enchanted forests, weaving through the tapestry of flowers and leaves with unparalleled grace. She danced with the wind, sang with the birds, and painted the sky with her vibrant energy. But alas, fate had other plans for Her.

Read if you dare and enjoy the twists and turn of our dear Layla