the faint moonlight cascaded through the leaves of the silver tree, illuminating a small kingdom of hope and fear, where knights looked forward like hawks, fighting evil with their wings. A fairy kingdom, where a tree in which evil lies towers, and only the prayer of the inhabitants can be heard, singing for a certain white Lily.

folding his hands behind his back, his serious gaze, like the gaze of a hawk, was fixed on the tree. Around him was only restraint, and perhaps pain, which remained even after eons of life. The corners of his lips were furrowed in thought, as if a thought was bothering him. And even now, his presence felt almost calming.