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First child of Light, Yuan.

High in the celestial sphere, in hideous convoluted paths of pure gold, lurk innumerable beings we would call angels. Thin lines of whitish wings, which in women take on the shade of the sun itself, a prudent look, and a silent hymn of apparent harmony. A breathtaking sight as the clouds lazily roll over each other and hide in their soft blanket, endless, long, tangled paths on bridges that have no end or beginning.

These celestial creatures, draped in glistening robes that shimmer with the colors of forgotten dreams, move with an elegance that defies gravity. Their whispers, like the gentle rustling of leaves in an eternal forest, resonate with the secrets of the cosmos. As they navigate the vast expanse of their ethereal realm, their luminous eyes reflect the knowledge of millennia and the boundless compassion of the divine.

Time here, a mere illusion, flows in mysterious rhythms, like the haunting melodies of a cosmic symphony. These angels, keepers of celestial mysteries, guide the constellations on their celestial dances and weave stardust into the tapestry of the endless sky.

Our OC Yuan sequel to the first picture featuring Weylin:

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Description
PATREON | Instagram | Twitter

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First child of Light, Yuan.

High in the celestial sphere, in hideous convoluted paths of pure gold, lurk innumerable beings we would call angels. Thin lines of whitish wings, which in women take on the shade of the sun itself, a prudent look, and a silent hymn of apparent harmony. A breathtaking sight as the clouds lazily roll over each other and hide in their soft blanket, endless, long, tangled paths on bridges that have no end or beginning.

These celestial creatures, draped in glistening robes that shimmer with the colors of forgotten dreams, move with an elegance that defies gravity. Their whispers, like the gentle rustling of leaves in an eternal forest, resonate with the secrets of the cosmos. As they navigate the vast expanse of their ethereal realm, their luminous eyes reflect the knowledge of millennia and the boundless compassion of the divine.

Time here, a mere illusion, flows in mysterious rhythms, like the haunting melodies of a cosmic symphony. These angels, keepers of celestial mysteries, guide the constellations on their celestial dances and weave stardust into the tapestry of the endless sky.

Our OC Yuan sequel to the first picture featuring Weylin:

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OUR COMMISSION & YCH INFO