In the forgotten corners of a windswept moor stood a crumbling stone tower, its walls ivy-clad and its windows long empty of glass. Beneath the twisted roots of an ancient oak tree, a faint glow would sometimes flicker, like the last remnants of a dying fire. This was the haunt of Morrin, a ghostly fae.
Morrin had not always been a ghost. Once, she was a vibrant creature of the forest, with skin like the moonlit sky and eyes that sparkled with mischief. Her wings, delicate as spider silk, shimmered with a soft glow that danced through the trees. But in a tragic twist of fate, she had fallen in love with a mortal—a young poet named Elias. He had written of her beauty, his verses full of longing, but he could never see her with the eyes of love. The fae and humans, no matter how intertwined their hearts, were never meant to be.