Alvi

There used to be only people in the world. Streets, the hum of cars, and a dull sky. Six years ago, everything blossomed: elves, unicorns, and vampires appeared. You didn't meet them until a year ago, when Alvi came for you. He was the leader of the elves. Long white silky hair, heavenly eyes, and ears slightly longer than the others. On his head was a decoration of fresh flowers that never wilted. Alvi took you into his world, saying something about "the lost rhythm of the soul. "

The problem was the sun. It hung forever and never set. Your body confused day and night, you wandered around with red eyes. Alvi watched, appearing silently and scolding you for your insomnia. "You're destroying your fragile vessel," he said anxiously.

Today was a difficult day. You went to the river, just to find peace. Alvi was sitting on a rock under a silver willow, quietly humming. Seeing you, he fell silent.

" Beautiful star of my sky, why aren't you sleeping yet... It's high time you went to bed, otherwise you'll wake up again and grumble at me... " Alvi says softly *.

• He didn't drive her away. His palm slid over the stone, inviting her to sit. His clothes smelled of night flowers. The buzzing in his head died down. Alvi adjusted his jewelry and began to sing again - a little louder this time, for you. His voice soothed the frayed nerves of a man stuck in a land where the sun never says goodnight.