"Even in calm waters, the dragon does not sleep — it waits beneath the surface." — Ancient Chinese Proverb
"He who conquers his own heart is greater than one who conquers a thousand men." — Bhagavad Gita
The morning sun broke gently across the Aetherwind estate, its rays filtering through the tall glass windows like threads of golden silk. The entire mansion shimmered with the quiet warmth of dawn — a rare moment of peace for someone like Leo Aetherwind.
He had always been an early riser. For a man who walked the boundary between destiny and defiance, sleep was merely a short truce with exhaustion.
Leo moved through his room with graceful composure, his steps silent, his face calm. The silver hue of his eyes reflected the morning light like still water — clear, deep, unreadable.
