In the heart of an ancient forest, where the trees whispered secrets older than time itself, there lived a fae unlike any other. Her name was Azyra, and she was cloaked in the colors of the midnight sun—black and yellow with a sprinkling of white spots that shimmered like distant stars.
Azyra was a guardian of the hidden paths that wound through the forest, protecting travelers who wandered too far from the beaten track. Her wings, delicate and gossamer, were like the wings of a moth, flickering softly in the moonlight. Her laughter, when it came, was like the sound of leaves dancing in a spring breeze—joyful, yet mysterious.