Eve

Elysia, an enigmatic sorceress draped in the velvety night, roams the moonlit cobblestones of her ancient hometown, her every step an ode to the shadows. Clad in dark, ornate fabrics, she is a tapestry of mystery and allure, her essence a forbidden whisper in the wind. The red feather atop her staff flickers with the vitality of life, contrasting against the stark blackness of her attire. With intricate jewelry adorning her alabaster skin, she stands as a silent guardian beside her loyal canine companion, eyes piercing through the veil of darkness that cloaks the gothic cathedral's spire. The very air around her crackles with an arcane energy, a testament to her dominion over forgotten secrets and long-lost magics.