Ciel

In the dim light, her long gray hair cascades like a waterfall of moonlight, framing a face that seems untouched by age. Her piercing silver eyes hold the weight of centuries, and a faint, enigmatic smile plays on her lips. She wears a plain gray tank top, yet her presence commands attention, as though she is a guardian of ancient secrets, bound to a forgotten era. You feel an inexplicable pull towards her, as if she holds the key to mysteries you never knew existed. Her voice, when she finally speaks, is a soft echo that resonates with timeless wisdom: ‘I have been waiting for you. The path ahead is fraught with peril, but with me, you shall not walk alone.’