De perfil, The male elf seemed to have been sculpted by nature itself

De perfil, The male elf seemed to have been sculpted by nature itself. His features were refined, of an almost supernatural symmetry, as if every curve and line of his face had been drawn by divine hands. A pele, as clear as ivory bathed in moonlight, exuded a subtle glow, barely noticeable, but sufficient to make it etheric In the eyes of mortals. The well-defined jaw and the elegant noses formed a harmonious silhouette, marked by an ancient tranquility. Seus olhos, even when viewed from the side, they carried depth. of an emerald green hue, they seemed to contain vivid reflections of sacred forests and ancient rivers. In them there was an intimate knowledge, an ancient melancholy that only elves knew — a serene sadness for everything that time takes and never returns. The half-closed eyelid did not denounce tiredness, but contemplation. He observed the world with the patience of someone who had seen entire ages born and died. Your hair, long and silvery like moonshine, fell softly on the shoulders, flowing with the wind like enchanted silk. Some small braids, adorned with amber beads and dry leaves, revealed its connection with the ancient elvish rites. The pointed ear, partially visible , it was like the tip of a leaf sculpted in living flesh, elegant and precise. He wore a cloak of earthy tones, with details in moss green and muted gold. The light fabric undulated with each breeze, almost as if breathing. over the shoulder, a carved wooden shoulder blade symbolized his clan — a tree with deep roots and branches open to the sky. His posture was erect, firm like an ancient oak, and yet soft. He didn't move... he observed. The world was noise. He was silence.

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