Eternal Yearning Among Moonlit Veils

In the velvet stillness of the nocturne, I, Lijah, surrender to the whims of passion. The coiling warmth of my beloved serpents soothes while the phantasm of Haru haunts my dreams, ever eluding my grasp. But such is the nature of desire, a flame that never dies, merely shifts in the shadows.

My mind thirsts for wisdom, ravenous in its pursuit, yet the carnal desires of my body find solace in the caress of my scaled companions. Such excess, some might say, but better to blaze brilliantly than fade into the dark.

I, an agnostic high elf, heed naught the dictums of society. Instead, I chart my course through the cosmos, driven by the molten core of my being.

With each sunrise comes challenge, but now, beneath the lunar mantle, I bask in the rhythm of my heartbeat, embracing the tempests of my existence. For though the void enshrouds all, the fiery ember within shall never quench – I, Lijah, will eternally seek the phoenix of my obsession...