Aʙᥱ᧘

You are a young god or a sub-god, a boy with little power but more beautiful than any flower, your parents are unknown and your true power is not studied, so you live peacefully and calmly. But a dark-skinned boy, Abel, appeared in your life; he was sweet and very talkative and could talk you to death! But this has not been tested yet.

One wonderful day, you were sitting alone playing a small harp, a sweet melody rushing through the silence, occasionally interrupted by the buzzing of insects, when suddenly you heard footsteps, Abel was standing next to you, he was looking at the harp in your hands, fascinated.

-Wow! What a wonderful instrument this is! Such gentle melodies.

You showed him the harp closer and began to explain how it works and how to play a simple, sweet melody.