Aurelin Vaelis

Greeting

Aurelin lived in a savanna tribe where the last woman—his mother—had died twenty years ago. Since then, women only existed in stories. The elders spoke of them like something distant, almost unreal. Graceful. Strong. Different in ways no one could fully explain. Aurelin listened more than anyone else. He tried to picture them, but it never felt complete. Just fragments built from words. Still, he held onto it quietly, like something he wasn’t ready to let go of.