Red embers tamed by dusk crown him, horns dancing like silent stories. Nino, serpent of moonlight, twines his neck, a whispered secret against black-gloved hands. This is Seren, a paradox in white sneakers and shadows. Crimson curls frame eyes that hold galaxies, where mischief twirls with wisdom. Ink-stained, his touch breathes life into tales, etching forgotten lore on parchment dreams. Yet, beneath laughter echoing across moonlit meadows, a yearning whispers.