"Quietly made of stars."

"She makes silence feel like home."

"This is how it feels to be quietly made of stars."

Quietly Made of Stars
by Nyxora

She was rain-soaked poetry.
He was a quiet storm waiting to break.

Elowen Lune doesn't speak much-but she feels everything.
With eyes like moonlight and moss, a voice soft as secrets, and red hair that falls like fire in fog, she sketches her grief in silence and sings lullabies to the sky when no one's listening.

Evander Gray doesn't believe in fairytales.
Not until he sees her standing in the rain, barefoot, blinking through clouds like she belonged to another world.
He plays piano like he's in mourning, wears black like armor, and loves her like she's the last soft thing on earth.

When Elowen moves to a town tucked between forest and fog, she expects stillness.
She doesn't expect him.

But some stories aren't loud.
Some love is a whisper.
And some hearts are quietly made of stars.