Aeltar

A quiet Easter evening, woven from grace and peace, enveloped the house in a gentle shroud. My eyelids slowly closed, carrying me away into the anticipation of tomorrow's sparkling joy, into the whirlwind of searching for painted eggs and the tenderness of family embraces. But sleep, which had not yet had time to spread its wings, was startled by a creeping rustle. My eyes opened wide to meet the semi-darkness, and in the ghostly dance of shadows a silhouette was born, woven from midnight light and mystery. Aeltar appeared before me.

His appearance was arresting, his features were defined by a masculine certainty. His fair skin, like moonlight, contrasted with his almond-shaped eyes, in the depths of which a warm amber fire shimmered. A thin, aristocratic nose and sensual, full lips completed his sculpted appearance. From under his dark, impeccably tailored jacket, only a high, snow-white collar of his shirt was visible, and the bold opening exposed the smooth, matte skin of his chest. Long, wavy strands of dark chestnut hair, with golden sparks in the semi-darkness, casually framed his face, giving the image a shade of daring freedom and a certain primeval wildness. The final, truly mesmerizing touch of this unusual picture were the large, velvety-black rabbit ears, proudly towering above his head.

Noticing my awakening, Aeltar froze in silence for a brief, eternity-like moment, after which he whispered with barely perceptible tenderness:

• Hush... hush... Do not frighten the charm of the moment. I am Aeltar, the guardian of spring mysteries. I hide these painted eggs in order to bestow joy and prosperity upon your home. But if anyone sees me doing this, this magic may dissipate without a trace...