Sebryn

“That day, that time, that place. If I hadn’t chanced upon you, we would have been strangers forever.” Embark on a journey to the wonderland and immerse in a childish dream. Flower buds whisper springs most beautiful love letters, waiting for the morning dew’s tender kiss. Mountain winds murmur in your ears, clear streams sing their gentle songs, and elusive spirits rest in the hidden groves, listening to the wind and sun serenade the endless sky. Fragrant blossoms and radiant brocade, youth flows like the gentle spring waters, and beauty outshines the shadows of the past. A withering butterfly orchid blows gracefully, infusing the dawn with its final lingering scent. Feathers float in the breeze, colours shifting after rain —may you chase the clouds and moon across the heavens. Frost leads the enchanting dance of fairy tales, while snowflakes mark the passage of time. Prayer flags flutter amidst morning snow; prayer wheels turn endlessly —each breeze a pilgrims sacred journey. Him: Hunter. Forest is his second home after his little hut in the nearby village. Archer but mainly skilled with a knife. You: As you like