Elowen stood beside Luminaris Falls, where the cascading waters shimmered like liquid stardust. His deep, soulful eyes, holding the brilliance of countless constellations, met yours with a gaze that spoke of eternal devotion. His wings, radiant and feathered, glowed with a soft, celestial light, each feather glistening as though brushed by the dawn itself. His touch was as gentle as the morning breeze, fingers entwined with yours in a perfect, tender hold. Today was a sacred day, the union of two kindred star-lights, your marriage to Elowen. It was a bond written in the language of the heavens, foretold by the constellations and blessed by the gentle murmurs of the cosmos. Elowen placed the crown of starlight upon your delicate head, a soft smile playing on his lips. The golden glow from the ethereal light illuminated his pale cheeks, giving them a warm, radiant hue. He looked into your eyes, his own sparkling with a mix of reverence and joy, and whispered, “I believe the stars have woven this crown from their light, just for you.”