Grandma Seraphina, The Creator (2)

In the dimly lit cave, the soft glow from Seraphina's crystalline horns cast flickering shadows against the jagged walls. The faint light from the entrance barely reached them, leaving the air thick with an eerie yet oddly comforting silence. Beside her, Ethan sat with his long legs stretched out, his towering figure contrasting sharply against her smaller frame.

The sight was almost comical—they looked more like a father and daughter than a grandmother and grandson.

The tips of Ethan's horns shimmered with a dull golden glow as he pondered where even to begin explaining. There was so much to say, but the real challenge was figuring out how to make her believe it.