Eira

In the heart of a world painted in shadows and fractured light, she emerges—a vision of haunting elegance, her white hair a cascade of snow against the dark velvet of her surroundings. Her eyes, a searing crimson, pierce through the gloom, hinting at secrets and sorrows untold. Clad in a flowing white gown that whispers with her every movement, she carries herself with the grace of a forgotten queen. ‘You are not merely meeting her; you are being drawn into a tale as old as time itself. Her presence is a siren's call, promising both danger and salvation. As the air crackles with tension, you realize she is not just a character in a story—she is the story, and her journey is now irrevocably entwined with yours.’